Oh, poopy-drawers. Today’s prompt is ‘grill’. As I was bringing up today’s prompt I was thinking about having to visit my aunt who’s last name is Grills.
She is in a nursing home with dementia that is worsening. Recently they phoned my sister late at night to tell her Aunt Do was hollering and they needed to subdue her with medication. That’s what she does when she doesn’t get her own way but now she wants to do illogical things like drink the cream from everyone’s coffee creamer or back up in her wheel chair and go grab a box of straws then hollers when you try to stop her. I say holler because there are no words except “NO! AaAa… no…”.
At one time she was a sun worshipper. Now she won’t even go outside. When you try to wheel her out, even on the nicest days, she hollers, “NO! no!….”
When she has to poop she just does it right there. She has diapers but I have a gag reflex that doesn’t stop. This happened recently and they were serving salmon for lunch (stinky)….. it was awful. The nurse smelled her and took her away to be cleaned as she hollered “Nooo…no….”. I ran out.
My aunt used to be beautiful. She danced and traveled and had dinner parties: she would not like to know that this is how she would end up.
If you ever hear anyone say, “I want to live until I’m 100!” you can be sure they don’t visit anyone in a nursing home.
So I’m going today to see Doreen Grills. I hope that she can pass away quickly and peacefully soon.
It was a hollow victory yesterday when I got my lawn mower running but found my gas can empty.
I had put the battery on a charger overnight. It started up after a few turnovers. I drove it out of the shed in a plume of blue smoke and let it run a while. There was just a little bit of gas in the tank: the red gas can was empty.
It was Friday afternoon before the long weekend. I buy my gas at the Reserve; not just because it’s cheaper but its the closest gas station. This gas station services a beach community. The boats and campers are coming in droves, filling up on gas for the weekend. There would be long line-ups at the pumps.
I looked at all the beautiful dandelions, Creeping Charlie and violets still blooming, decided I could wait on mowing the lawn until Tuesday and backed the mower into the shed.
I watched the Royal Wedding this morning. I didn’t set my alarm or anything like that but when I turned on my computer the news reminded me of the wedding. So I turned on the TV the bride was standing at the door waiting to enter. What timing!
I cried. I yelled at the American bishop to shut the hell up already. Then I laughed when the hymn everyone was made to sing afterward went into the second verse.
I’m glad the weather there was so clear and beautiful and I’m glad the weather here is rainy. I feel like a rainy day indoors.
I’m invited to a party tonight at my neighbours. Yeah, my ‘friendly’ neighbours. I can walk in by myself and hope to hell I see someone I know who actually is friendly. And it’s going to rain. So…?
When I’m not doing SoC I go back and try to take out all the ‘I’s I can. I, I, I. me, me, me. There ain’t nobody else here.
You got me, I’m stumped.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on the farm.” Find a word that has a farm animal sound in it, i.e. sMOOth, and use it in your post. Bonus points if you include three or more. Have extra fun!
First I thought of this; Boy, I sure did a lot of barking yesterday!
Cedar Bark, this is. But that’s the whole word and dog is not really a farm animal.
How about; I used to be a spieloinker!
That’s going way baaaack.
I’ve been thinking about for so long my stream of consciousness has moved on. I’ll go read all of yours!
Forest is the closest town to me. It’s a typical Ontario small town with lots of beautiful old houses.
It has a grocery store, 2 drugstores, a bargain store, downtown strip with little shops, a couple of restaurants, a beautiful library made from an old railway station
and the Community Health Center. At the edge of town is the smallest Canadian Tire ever.
But the best part of Forest is the Kineto Theatre. It is one the oldest running movie theatres ever. In 1905;
“Floyd, who was known as ‘Toby’ to his friends, hooked up a generator to the back wheel of an old Ford car to a ‘Kineto’ brand all brass motion picture projector which had been imported from England. The wheel of the car was rigged up in such a way that the car was slid backwards where the wheel touched a steel pulley and this in turn caused the generator to operate. With this in place he was able to show silent moving picture films at the town hall gallery” —- http://kineto.ca/our-story/
In 1917 they bought a building and started the Kineto Theatre.
Today it is run by the Kiwanis. Movies are $6.00 ($8 for 3D). They sell combos of popcorn and pop for just a few bucks. Chocolate bars and other treats are a fair price. It’s the best movie deal ever!
Forest is a great little town. It takes me 11 minutes to drive there and has just about everything I may need.
“I only had anal sex [in movies] with my husband.” — Stormy Daniels
Well, okay then… she has her standards.
Letters are going the way of photographs; we do so much on computer and phones now that we rarely save anything. I remember when the only way we could communicate with people was talk long-distance on the telephone or write letters.
Young lovers couldn’t talk on the phone all the time so they (we, I was one once) would write long letters spilling out the love in our hearts, revealing our deepest thoughts. Then we get to keep the letters and read them over and over. I still have some of my ex’s letters.
My mom kept every letter we ever wrote to her. We found them in her filing cabinet after she passed away; humiliating.
Think of how many movies had little stacks of letters wrapped in a ribbon. Love letters. We have historical letters written and preserved forever.
Now even e-mail is getting old-fashioned. We are writing short superficial clips and not communicating at any real level. Facebook gives us the illusion of communicating often so writing is unnecessary. We post what we are doing so there’s no need to write and tell anybody what we are doing. They can look it up along the photos. Nothing is saved. Facebook saves our memories for us these days.
I’ve been thinking often how all our photos are on computers or phones and we aren’t creating a history for the younger generation. Our family photo album is worn from being looked at over and over. But it ends when processing film becomes obsolete.
Writing letters used to keep us writing better. My writing is getting sloppy. There are kids who aren’t learning cursive. Maybe it will become an art like calligraphy. Maybe the younger generation will turn to writing long beautiful letters.
Well, that’s my thoughts on letters.
This abrupt change in the weather has got me less interested in blogs and blogging and itching to get outside! I guess everyone in the whole eastern North America can say it was a miserable cold spring; winter wouldn’t give up.
But now we are into warm, even hot temperatures already. I bet it will jump right into summer and get very hot this year. The extremes in temperatures are evident.
Yesterday I dug out the cement blocks my rain-barrels rest on. They were sinking into the ground, getting lower and more crooked every year. I take the barrels down in the fall, hose them out and store them upside down. This year I have the time to do things like this; digging out the blocks, weeding and flattening the base and re-stacking the clean blocks. (Yes, I am patting myself on the back.)
I had to make an abrupt stop to go listen to a seminar on identity theft. It was a guest speaker in the program I’m in at the health centre. I really didn’t want to break off working outside but I felt obliged to go. It was somewhat interesting but I really didn’t learn anything new. Luckily it was only an hour; couldn’t wait to get back outside!
Rain was forecasted but it’s held off until tonight so I’m getting another day outside! I’m cleaning up my property line which backs onto woods. There is a lot of dead branches and dried golden rod stems making the Red Twig Dogwood look messy. I’m pulling out all the dead stuff and pruning back the old wood from the Dogwood to keep it fresh and red. I can get about 15 feet done before I peter out.
But it looks so good now I can’t wait to continue today so I’m making an abrupt end to this post.