Mom was definitely spinning tonight (she even described it that way at one point). Perhaps it was the full moon.
I got there just after 6, and she was already in her apartment. I found her sitting on the floor next to her bed, and it looked like she was flipping through pictures that were in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. It always amazes me the places where she puts things. It makes you wonder the story behind what she was thinking.
Hey Mom, what are you doing?
"Well, I only have this one charger and it won't fit" She had her cell phone charger, which used to be plugged into a dining room outlet, now plugged into her bedroom and she was trying to plug the other end into her watch. "I was trying to charge my watch but it doesn't fit."
Oh - well that's because that's the charger for your phone. It won't work on your watch.
"I haven't been able to find my phone in weeks." Her voice changed sharply and suddenly. "I'm fit to be tied."
What's wrong, Mom?
"They wouldn't let me leave the dining room area without a relative or staff member. I was ready to go and they wouldn't let me leave. Now I'll be the only one that will miss the party. So I just said Fine! Take me to my room, and this is where they brought me."
This is your room, Mom. I don't know about any parties.
"It's at Chuck's house. It must have been a pool party or something."
I started looking for her phone again, not expecting it to turn up, and then sat in the living room. Hey Mom, I brought the Tetris game with me if you want to come in here and play.
I handed her the blackberry playbook that RIM sent me a few months ago. So far the only good use I've found for it is letting Mom play Tetris. She was struggling a little with dragging the pieces on the touch screen, but it came back to her. "I remember this. I used to play this all the time! I played it for years...this is the old one. How much does a new one cost?"
A new what Mom?
"Cell phone." I don't know Mom, I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure yours will turn up. "Where's Missy?"
She's out with her boyfriend. "Oh...and Trish?" She's at home working (she was cleaning her room).
"Where does Trish work?" She's a manager at Panera now. "Oh really? I bet she likes that. It gives her some money so she doesn't feel like I'm still supporting her. She finally got free from my clutches."
Just then I noticed she was missing her good glasses and was wearing my Grandfather's old glasses, which she had hung on to. I was definitely bummed - she has a few pair of reading glasses and had lost her glasses for several weeks at her old place. We finally found them when we were moving her. Where are your good glasses, Mom?
"Oh, I put them in the top drawer."
I looked all over her apartment and couldn't find them. I'm sure they're in there somewhere, wrapped up in something. I'll keep looking. She started going through one of her purses, and pulled out a picture of my kids. "Is that Missy's boyfriend, or Trish's?"
That's Jaymz, Mom.
"That's JAYMZ? He looks all grown up...he's all manly manly now, isn't he?" Yes, he definitely is.
"There was a man here that told me...I don't think he was supposed to, but he told me I was selected for..." Long pauses... "selected for....my head is spinning" "you know - it is like 'Woman of the Year Award."
Oh wow, Mom. Really?
"I think I get prize money for the award...that's why I was so frustrated, because I needed to get to the staff party, and they kept telling me No....you can't go out there unless your daughter or a staff member takes you. I was so pissed off" she went on and on about the award... "they give it to the most helpful, courteous, well-natured woman. and I told them 'I'm not going to run away or anything, I would never do that.' and they STILL wouldn't let me leave."
I stayed a little longer watching TV and chit-chatting. She continued to seem a little hazy, but in a positive frame of mind. Hey...at least she's woman of the year, right?
I left with my fingers crossed that she has an ok night tonight.
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