I returned to work today.
I thought a lot about my mother today. I remembered a funny story from a few days ago, and I thought I would share it with you.
Thursday afternoon, my mother and sister and I attended a taste testing thingy at the place where my mother now lives. They offered us all manner of things, most of which I liked, and a few of which I would have been honored to be served in a restaurant. I wasn't wild about the pan-fried salmon. I don't know why so many people screw up the preparation of salmon. But I digress.
Sitting at the same table with us was another client of the nursing home. He was 80 if he was a day. Each dish he sampled, with perhaps 2 exceptions, he disliked, sometimes passionately so. Meanwhile, my sister and mother liked nearly everything, like I did.
This old gaffer, a carmudgeon if ever there was one, was eventually led back to his room. As he passed me he looked at me and winked. I was nonplussed. It would appear that an 80-year old gay guy was flirting with me. It's nice to know that I've still got it.
I was talking to my mother this evening. I had tried to reach her 45 minutes or so earlier, but she didn't pick up. When she finally did, she explained that she had been out in the common area playing bingo. She allowed that she had had a great time and then told me that when my older sister and late brother were little kids, that Mom and Dad would occasionally go out and play bingo in a nearby town. First I heard of that.
This afternoon, she and Gayle also attended a hymn sing. Tomorrow Mom starts an exercise program. They have little concerts in the main area as well. Mom told me that she is having a very good time there so far. It would seem that the stress and aggravation from last week, while justified, may be paying off for her, and for us. Yay!
Tomorrow is Tuesday, isn't it? Funny how that works out.
See you then.