Friday, January 25, 2013

"Show Some Intelligence!" Mom Told Me.


I wrote this to Kathy on a day in April when she arrived after I was there.


Dear Kathy,
                Mom seemed to be in the mood she was in a couple of weeks ago, when we managed to get her to the cafeteria, but she kept telling us to “show some intelligence”  so that people wouldn’t be jealous of her or kill her. 
             She and I were both very tired, or I would have stuck around longer after your arrival and maybe we could have read still more in the book.  Suzy said that she got Mom out of a similar emotional state by having her read it.  This time Mom was too tired to read, but she got into it a little bit when I was reading to her.  She just didn’t want me to read too loudly because she didn’t want the others to be jealous.
                When I first got there, she was in the room alone and lying on her bed, and she beckoned me over so she could tell me something.  She  projected her voice fairly loudly for those listening in through the various bugged devices (which she called “broadcasting”) and said, “Mostly, I think this is a pretty nice place.” 
            Then when I went closer, she whispered, “I think they’re going to kill us.” 
            She told me several times that she thought they’d killed Kay or Kay had committed suicide or was otherwise dead because she hadn’t seen her all day. 
            I told her that I’d seen Kay when I came through the door. 
            “Did she seem to be alive?”  Mom asked, and I said yes.
                I noticed that Mom had addressed the envelope I’d hand-delivered her card in on Easter.  It didn’t have her Aegis address, but it had something like “To the Family’s ‘Mom’” and a few other things.      I forgot to mention this the other day, but on the sheet I gave her of the affirmation (?) Ada recites, Mom had added her own comments.  She’d also added comment to the visitors’ book.  I don’t remember what she wrote in the visitors’ book, but on the sheet with “The Peace of God is my one goal” she’d written this:


I think this is the 17th of April.  Somewhere there is a longer letter to all.
Later all are innocent except for me.
I am probably going to hell despite my craving for God’s forgiveness that would not include my sin.
                        Nadine

My computer can’t do this, but she’d underlined all and me three times.  I wonder what she imagines her sin is/was.

                Mom ate well!  She didn’t think the sandwich I’d made was quite up to standard (and she was right; it had the same ingredients but didn’t hold together the way the Delis get them to do), but she ate it as if she were really hungry and she had a piece of a magic cookie bar.  I asked someone to bring us milk, and they did.
                The only thing new I noticed this time was that she didn’t know some of the things that she had (I think) stored in her long-term memory.  In one section of Contrary to Popular Belief, there are some famous quotes with info on who really said them.  When I asked about the survival of the fittest, no name came to  her mind.  The same with “Give me liberty, or give me death” (which, by the way, the books fails to mention is usually attributed to Patrick Henry).   She knew a couple, but I was surprised that she didn’t remember them all, so that was new.
                When Kay finally came back to the room, Mom seemed to take it pretty well, didn’t she!  She didn’t say, “I thought you were dead!” 
            Of course, that may have been because Kay had her own message to deliver. 
            “Something terrible is about to happen, so you’d better get out.” 
             Carol, who’d joined us for a tiny bit of Magic Cookie Bar, wanted to get it all put away, and Kay said, “Something terrible is about to happen, and you’re worried about that?” 
             Then she said something about the bed having electricity.   
            Ada came to me and said, “These people are acting like they’re nuts!” 
             I told her I thought they were having an anxiety attack.  (One each?) 
            Ada said she wasn’t sure she could take it, and she left.
                I think it’s good that Mom is willing to leave the room even if it’s because of Kay.  Mom would just be a lot more comfortable if she could control us better and get us to show some intelligence. 
            (Did you notice how she hit her head with the book after I told Carol something that didn’t show intelligence?)
                I forgot to mention that when Mom was in a great state on Easter, she asked me to get her some note cards so she could thank people for their messages.  I brought some Monet cards and I bought her some postcard stamps (29cents) as well as some regular ones.
               
                How did she do after I left today?  I wish we could get her out in that beautiful garden.  But she didn’t even feel that we could be in the sitting room without causing resentment. 
            “Lucky us who have so much when they have so little.”

                Love,
                Tina

PS  That eye continues to fall.  Once again, I called the Med Tech.  What happens when we aren’t there?



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