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
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.