I took my mother to the Salvation Army again today....twice in two weeks.......when once a month is enough. But sometimes, it just works out that way. My daughters get busy, I was out of the loop for a while, so we do our best to take turns.
She can hear better, since her hearing aid has been fixed, and that certainly improves living in my house with two TV sets.
And it is easier to converse with her, now that she can actually hear you, and you don't have to get hoarse yelling.
But still, she can be annoying, only in the way that an almost 88 year old rigid English woman can be.
No offense, all you English ladies. I am one myself.
Though I made a promise to myself a long time ago, that I would fight being "rigid" with my last breath.
Anyway, we went to lunch afterwards, to the same exact place we go every Sunday.......because that is where she wants to go.
One week, my youngest daughter and I took her somewhere else. WRONG. The bread was too thick.
The soup was too weird. She couldn't hear the waitress. blah blah blah.
So today, after taking her somewhere different, running in to get a menu, gritting my teeth when she read the menu moaning and groaning like I was trying to poison her, I turned around and went to the usual.
My drink choice was not my usual.
I decided to treat myself. There has to be some reward other than being a good daughter.
And I drank it all. And it was really, really good.
I think my mother just likes to go to this particular place, because the name of it is Cooper's Cave......and of course, her name is Cooper. She's funny like that.
I came home, and Roy was waiting.
I wanted quiet. Serene. I'm into that, you see.
Come along, on my boring walk. The only sound was the rustling leaves.