Kathleen Swain and her children. Front left to right, Connie Miller, Kathleen Swain, Marilyn Grisham, Phyllis Barrington. Back row, Linda Bethea and Bill Swain. How did she ever birth all these behemoths?
A few evenings ago, Mother and her five children met for dinner at a local restaurant. Afterwards, we went to her house to visit. As soon as we no longer had to be socially acceptable, we regressed into our former roles and behavior, teasing Mother and each other. At various times, we ganged up on each other just like we always had, sometimes with one sibling, sometimes another.
Once we got all that settled, we started noting interesting things about Mother’s house. Does this clock situation look odd to anyone besides me?
It seems she has been meaning to call the clock repairman but just hasn’t really had time, besides, that other clock was on the clearance rack at Walmart for a dollar. She never did explain the lightbulb accessory. She looked around meaningfully at the crowd. “I guess I could use my Christmas money, but ………..” I wonder which loser will crack first.
After my brother left, she asked us to turn her mattress. I didn’t get a picture, but each corner of her mattress is numbered. She didn’t remember why. I really didn’t need to know.
When we were sitting in her living room later, we notice that each of her four speakers has a number (or two) that matches a corresponding number on the ceiling. I will only offer one photo as proof. For some reason, she had numbered a couple twice and added a letter. She said the theory was on a need-to-know basis. Fortunately, I don’t need to know.
I am not concerned that Mother is developing dementia. She is no different than she has ever been. Oh, yes. A large rubber band encircled the front door knob, despite the fact that she has a security system, dead-bolt, and safety bar propping door knob securely. That’s so she will know the door is locked. Go figure!