It's been a long summer. My brother and I had to deal with my mom's weakening mental processes and were finally faced with helping her enter an assisted living facility. She's got non-Alzheimer's dementia. It's very interesting when your highly intelligent mom calls and announces that she's getting married in the morning to the now-deceased Catholic priest who baptized you in 1950. When I asked her how that was possible, since priests couldn't marry (as if that was the only problem...), she said that the rules had been changed for priests over 80. And since this priest would be somewhere near 120, I guess he's eligible.Of course, this was just one in a long string of strange conversations. Meds and a stable environment have helped a lot and I think that she's actually having fun in her new home.
On a happier note, I also have had each of my grandsons over to play for at least a week! And that was just plain fun. Another happy note: the house is well on its way....I'll be able to have overnight guests shortly! (Becky, Carol, when you coming?)
So, what's been happening over here? Everyone OK? All the new babies get here? Someone update me on the babies, please...that's the best part!
The Use of Foul Language in Written Communication: The Tiny Rumblings of the Ineffectual and Stunted Thinker. The Inability to Think Beyond The Obivious and The Crude. ~~~Henry A. Byrne