Monday, December 3, 2007

conversation w/ mom. and jim makes an impromptu joke.

Every visit with mom begins Exactly like this:

me: (knocking and entering)
her: "WHO IS IT!!?" (yes, she hollers it out from 10 feet away.)
me: (entering) "rick."
her: "well hello rick!"
me: "what's up, mom?'
her: "i don't know what i'm supposed to be doing."

it goes on from there there, different each day. usually i'll say something like,
"i'm not sure you're *supposed* to be doin' anything. what *were* ya doin'?"

well, today she had an ad insert from the sunday paper she was utterly confused about. it was an offer for a new product from Camel stumping some sort of smokeless tobacco they're calling SNUS. after figuring it out and explaining it to her, we both had a good laugh about the absurdity of SNUS.
then she said, "i don't remember if i still smoke or not."
"well then i guess you don't, mom. good job."

...on the way to her exercise class (one of these days i'm taking my camera to THAT. it's so hilarious. and heart warming, too.), we ran into Jim and Nancy. his joke was a little risqué, so i'll throw it in after the cut...

this is Jim.

and this is Jim and Nancy. and their little dog.
they live on mom's floor at VT.
(he has alzheimer's, she doesn't. i don't know about the dog.)

anyway, as i was sayin',
we saw jim and nancy headed for exercise. we said our howdy-dos and then i asked, "how's that little dog, jim?"

without skippin' a beat, jim pretended to unzip his fly and smiled that inimitable smile as he walked by.

maybe you had to be there, but i thought it was fffunny. (the ladies smiled, too.)


Annie said...

Made me smile too. Thanks.

rilera said...

Your Mom sounds charming.

Olivia and I say thanks for the hugs :)

*(¯`·¸*Chris*¸·´¯)* said...

That's cute!

My mom asked my dad if she ever smoked a few weeks before she passed. My dad, being the reformed smoker he was, was very adament when he said yes and that's why she is in a wheelchair now (Mom had peripheral artery disease along with AD). She had the nerve to ask for a ciggie. I just about fell out of my chair when he shot her "the look" I used to get when I got smart in my younger days.

That's weird, my mom used to say wasn't she supposed to be doing something too. Somehow I think your mom and my mom would have hit it off. Both very lovely ladies.

~Betsy said...

Your mom sounds like a joy to be around.

In case I haven't mentioned it, you're a good son, Rick.

cornbread hell said...

thanks annie, rilera, & olivia- ;)

chris- i think you're right about our mom's getting along and both being lovely ladies.

betsy- flattery will get you...a grateful friend. and that's about it.

Barby said...

LOL JIM that guy sounds priceless! little dog hehe

Deb said...

I like your blog. Your mother is a hoot. Well done.

Author of Into the Mist, When Someone You Love Has Alzheimer's Disease

cornbread hell said...

thanks deb, i'll look for your book.

hope you'll come back to visit,

Joanne D. Kiggins said...

OMG, Rick, I knew I was away too long. I love it that you told your mom she did a good job when she didn't remember if she smoked. You just made my evening. That was just too funny.