Friday, March 8, 2013

I Don't Know What I Promised To Do and Bad Grammar


Subject: Mom Saturday, July 23, 2011

Dear Suzy,
                I had the chance to talk in person to Kathy today, so I’ll address this to you with a copy to her.  Mom was similar to how she was yesterday, having both good and bad moments.
                When I first arrived (at 11:00 a.m.), I saw everyone out on the patio behind the Perry dining room, and she was reading the newspaper.  Hymns and patriotic songs were being played, and I wondered just how this fit into the theme for the day (according to the Aegis calendar), which was “Gorgeous Grandma Day.” 
            By the time I’d made it around the corner and in, she was no longer on the patio, and when I saw her she said, “I feel horrible.  They’re holding me to a promise, and I don’t know what I promised to do.”   
            We sat down in the sitting room, and Ada joined us, but she’s still showing a very different mood (I hesitate to say personality) from the one she showed before.  I noticed a new collage on the bulletin board, and when I started to look at it, Mom said, “I’ve seen those pictures so often I’m bored by them.  Look at them another time.”  So I sat back down. 
            Mom was particularly interested in reading—anything.  I’d gone through the newspaper carefully the day before and decided against the very ones she was reading like “How will police spin Bayview death now?”  She read death now as death row.  When she read the ammunition for the .380, instead of saying point three eight zero, she said, period three eight zero.    I’m not sure how much she understood of what she read, but she did say a couple of times, “This paragraph is very poorly written.”  When she stumbled over a sentence, she said, “That’s kind of bad English.”   
            Then I showed her the Pets magazine I’d brought, and she liked that and even asked for her own copy.  I said she could keep the one I brought, and she said, “But then you’ll be without it.”  I told her I could get another.  She looked at the pictures and read the captions and said, “Isn’t that cute!”  with a certain amount of enthusiasm. 
                I had planned to leave at noon to meet Kathy (the birthday you celebrated ahead of time), but Mom wanted me to stay for lunch. 
             “Aren’t you staying?” she asked me, and when I said, “Not today,” she said, “Oh, hell!”  But then when the server came, she said, “Okay, you can go.  This nice man has rescued me.”
                I plan to go back tomorrow, but that will depend a little bit on Karl.  His plane come in at 8:30.  I may meet him at BART instead of at the airport and then go on to see Mom, or I may wait until evening after the meeting of the Club Toruno-Martin.
                Karl is renting a U-Haul.  I think he has to get his stuff out tomorrow.  When is your move?
                Let me know how I can help you.
                Love,                 
                Tina

PS  Kathy and I talked about what to say to Mom about Kathy’s absence, and I think Kathy hit upon the perfect explanation:   We can tell Mom that Kathy is going down to see her Aunt Mary in Pasadena, which Kathy will be doing at the end! 

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