Thursday, September 20, 2012

Report from Margaritaville

It's been a month since my mother moved in with me. Here are the stats:

Number of times I have unloaded the dishwasher, folded the laundry, or fed the cat-------0   
Number of visits to Miracle Ear------3
Number of doctor's appointments-----6
Number of times my mom has asked people if it ever gets warm here------dozens
Number of pounds my mom has gained------6.7
Drugs she no longer has to take-----2 (not including the cessation of nebulizer treatments)
Sets of long underwear my mom is now in possession of---2 1/2
Hummingbird feeders now on my patio-----3
Martinis consumed-----unconfirmed
Wine bottles in my recycling bin------who's counting?
Cigarettes smoked------approximately 300
Home cooked dinners-----31

Further notes: My mother now reads the L.A. Times on the iPad every morning, and frequently asks, "Is there anything new on Facebook?" 

Last night we walked all the way to my mailbox--which is one of those neighborhood communal ones. It's maybe a third of a block away. "Oooooh!" she said when she saw the waxing moon, a slice of gold in the night sky.


Teresa Evangeline said...

I loved reading your stats of life with your mom. My own has passed on and so reading about this new adventure in living with yours is very enjoyable, and somehow comforting.

Elizabeth said...

This sort of made me want to cry -- in a good way.