It’s time to get my hair cut – or at least thinned out. I feel like I have a heavy scarf draped over the back of my neck. I have been pulling it back – but some days just don’t seem to matter.
We’re down to just one car. Jenna and I have to get up in the morning to leave by 6:30 to take Roland to work. Jenna stays in her pajamas, wears slippers out to the car, buckles herself in, lies down and throws a blanket over herself.
Roland turns the heater on – I usually turn my side down before we arrive to his work (one nice feature which still exists on the car – passenger and driver can adjust to different temperatures) I shut the heater off before completing the journey home.
We return home one hour before I take Jenna to school. By that time I have the A/C on.
Biff and Roland put up the A/C in our living room the other night (on Biff’s birthday actually). We’re expecting rain now. It always rains after we put up the A/C. Though yesterday seemed unbearably hot, it’s been quite overcast today. I see several people out in their yards working – pulling weeds, planting.
I went out to see my mom. We used to be rivals when we played word games like Scrabble or Upwords. Mom was a sore loser, but even a more prideful winner. It was all in fun.
That was then. I continue to play games with her in order to stimulate her brain, but there is really no point in keeping score anymore. No longer do we share our playful competiveness. She seems to have lost interest in how to keep score and doesn’t bother looking for points so much as just getting rid of her letters.
Seems I need to work harder at getting her to smile or understand a joke. And we have all repeated ourselves almost as often as she has. Very little seems to stick with her anymore. This change is hard on everybody. And there are some of us who have questioned as to how much longer until I am in her shoes. (I often wonder if I’ll be there tomorrow – for real)
I’ve been searching through tapes and taking glimpses of home movies – not really that far in the past. My mom is more put together and aware of things even just a few years ago more so than now.
My niece and her husband live in the basement. They don’t have their own private entrance. Seems “grandma” is forever locking them out. And so my niece has learned to always have her keys on her – even if she is just in the yard.
Just as the weather changes, so do our lives. Sometimes we can revisit where we were – but often we’re forced to move on or ahead and don’t have the capability of revisiting – not even in photographs.