Figure of Speech

Mom has really been in and out this week. Perry texted me Tuesday that he was finishing up in the laundry room, so I could get the last bedroom ready. Wednesday morning I went over to Mom's after taking Ev and Meg to school and Nate to educational therapy.

Mom was happy for me to move things out. She carried a few light items, sat on the bed to work on something, then said, "I need to go sit down." A few minutes later I heard the blood pressure monitor going. Her pressure was a little on the low side and Mom was feeling weak. She sat in Dad's red chair for the rest of the time I was there. I still had the closet to clear, but needed to go pick up Nate, drop him off for a football game, work with a student before meeting Meg at the chiropractor and picking up Ev and...well, anyway, I had to go.

Perry texted me Wednesday night that Mom wanted him to wait until Monday to start on the last bedroom. Huh? I never did really get that sorted out with Mom. Perry started on the room today. I asked Mom this morning why she had told Perry to wait until next week and she said, "Oh, I don't tell Perry. He tells me." Again...huh?

And other odd things like Mom carrying in an old, folded flag and insisting it was the flag from Dad's funeral. She wouldn't believe me that Bill had it at his house until I texted him and heard back. Okey dokey. She was also very strangely particular about who could do what. I could move things from the bedroom, but I was not allowed to move a dresser or the bed. (Lest you think Mom was worried about my back or anything, let me clarify that she was concerned I would ding the walls.)

This morning Mom was excitedly taking me from room to room, showing me what she has been working on. I commented that she must have had a burst of energy, and Mom said, "Yes, it's like being pregnant. You have good days and bad days."

There you have it.