Another Visit with Mom

She had just finished eating when I arrive.

I don’t bother to ask if she has checked her blood.

We go for a walk.

I point to a house where a family had lived

Many years ago.

I asked if she remembers.

She says that she does.  That’s good.

She didn’t have a clue on Saturday.

I take her to my house to eat lunch.

I put her at the computer while I prepare the food.

She enjoys viewing the pictures that Kayla had taken

And had posted to facebook.

I make some suggestions on how to complete the day

I ask if there is anywhere in particular where she would like to go.

She says she wants to go home. Just home.

Her mother was a homebody, too.

I take her back home with a reminder that I will have to leave again.

I have to go pick Jenna up from school.  I’d like her to go with me.

She doesn’t want to go.

Just as I’m about to leave, I decide I will call Nate and ask if he could pick up Jenna.

Nate married my niece.  They live in mom’s basement.

Mom is overwhelmed at the idea of my knowing Nate

And having his phone number is such a foreign concept to her.

Why would I have Nate’s phone number?

I cannot get a hold of him.  According to her, it’s just as well

How would he even recognize Jenna?

I look at her as though she has sprouted horns

I end up driving to Jenna’s school while mom takes a nap

Or so she claims.

Nate opens the door when Jenna and I return

Mom seems a little more with it than she had been after lunch.

She seemed fine before lunch.

Nate says he has to run an errand

Jenna hands me a sheet of paper and orders me to write a story

“What story?”

I’m so not in the mood for making up something

“I will tell you”

As she starts in with her own story of an alien visiting a factory she sees that I am

using a pen and writing in cursive

“Use a pencil, mom.  And don’t write in cursive!”

“You write it with a pencil.”

“Okay, fine.”

She gets another piece of paper and says she will write her story but now I have to write my own.

Grandma dismisses herself so she can “look outside for a minute”

I stop writing. One of us has to watch her.

Jenna and I take turns watching mom standing in the driveway observing the sky

And then she walks into the back yard expecting the weather will change.

It doesn’t.  She comes inside and announces that she would like to take a walk

but that it’s just too windy.

Personality number three.

Instantly she becomes another person as she retrieves her puzzle book and hunts for words.

Jenna and I continue writing.

Mine is a Christmas story.  Unpolished.

I will post it next month.  Most likely it will still be unpolished.

Nate returns. Jenna and I leave mom’s house to return home. 

Still worried about my mom.