Kitchen Heritage

My dear cousins offered me my aunt's Frankoma. And of course I said, "Yes please!" When Bill and Cathy were here visiting Mom, we unpacked the box. Cathy, Mom and I had so much fun admiring Aunt Helen's pottery. I am privileged to have them.

Perry installed these great shelves for me in Mom's kitchen. The Frankoma won't live on them (probably in the dining room hutch?), but I wanted Mom to enjoy her sister's dishes.

And then there are these darling dishes.


This was Mom's pattern when she and Dad first married. I saw this set on e-bay and my sister calmly advised me to "Buy them! Now!" I'm so glad I did. They look great with the kitchen wall color and, well, they just make me smile.

Reality Check

Mom told me Friday that she is sleeping more. Two or more naps most days. She said she will work for a little bit and then get into Dad's big red chair for a short nap. She said it reminds her of how Dad was.

Mom also told me she has started having pain in her abdomen. She thinks it has started since she saw Nurse Christy on Wednesday. She notices it in the night, but doesn't know if the pain is waking her up or if she is just waking and then becomes aware of the pain.

Mom is eager to get the house finished. And she hopes she can finish reading Bonhoeffer before she passes. I reminded her that even if she doesn't get to finish the book, she can always look Dietrich up in heaven and he can tell her the rest of the story.

Triptych

Three text messages from Karis on Thursday night.

8:19 Message #1: Grandma is laughing out loud at the news.

8:23 Message #2: Oh wait. It's the presidential debate.

8:29 Message #3: And clapping. She's acting like a 5 year old.

:)

Out with the Old...

and in with the, well, old. Mom is still in high gear clean out mode. She is eager to have the remaining two bedrooms and the laundry room ready for Perry when he returns next week. (I have got to get to Sherwin Williams tomorrow!) Karis observes that Mom works for a bit, then sits and naps or reads for a bit. Mom admits the same. I know it must be a strange feeling for a woman with as much energy as Mom to have to sit for a bit all throughout the day. I've never been able to keep up with her.

Anyway, Mom was very happy to see the back of my brother's truck loaded with her earthly possessions. To fill the empty spots, we brought over some things of my aunt's from Colorado. Mom had a game table by the front door. Her dad had made it from a walnut tree in their yard. Now in its place is the kitchen table from Mom's childhood.


Mom's coffee table was an old library table from my dad's side of the family. Somewhere along the line, the legs were sawn off and voila, a coffee table. Into the truck it went, and in its place is now a table made by my uncle.


Mom was happy to see the old things go on to their new homes. And she is enjoying these "new" pieces as well.

Head Em Up, Move Em Out

My brother Bill and his wife Cathy are coming to visit Mom this weekend. At Mom's request, Bill is driving his truck. Mom is really wanting to clear things out and get the house finished. She is hoping Bill will take home some family heirlooms. And if there is room, he might take some things for Gayle as well.

Mom is enjoying watching the progress on the house and giving things away. It still seems odd to me, but it's what she wants to do. Maybe in a way, she is saying goodbye to her most valuable possessions bit by bit, instead of all at once. And maybe in some way, it will make it easier for us to say goodbye to our dear Mama, instead of saving it all for the final leave-taking.

Anyway, she certainly knows her mind; so what Mama wants, we do.

Pass the Crow, Please

So, my mom was talking about someone named Anemone and I was sure she had some kind of brain blip. So sure that I talked with the doctor. So sure that I posted about it.

And then, it turns out that I'm the one with a brain blip. There is indeed a relative named Anemone. She married my mom's cousin. She is my second cousin Penny's mom. My very kind Swiss relative explained it.

Bertha (1882-1918), Anna-Barbara's oldest child got wed with Bruce Clark. They got Fred, Bertha, George, Ruth. Fred, was Alta Vista State Bank's director, collector of old cars, got married with Anemone. They had John, Alan, Liza and Penny. Alan has a body shop at McDowell Rd crossroad just after Manahattan KS.
Anemome was very good in quilting, but she had sight trouble. So you know yet Anemone. Your Mom may have some pictures. If not, I have some, not very good maybe.
Anne G.

And the whole experience reminds me of when I made the same kind of mistake with Dad a little over a year ago.

Yes, it seems crow is not a new dish to me. Care for any?

Hospice Doctor Visit

Meg and I happened to be at Mom's today when the hospice doctor came by. The nurse comes weekly and the doctor is supposed to come every two months, but I think he comes more often. Mom exclaimed to him, "I don't think it has been two months!" Meg probably nailed it when she said, "You're just his favorite." Must be that Mama Mojo that draws admirers like moths to the flame.

This doctor is the man who did my kids' pedi checks when they were born. He is very actively pro-life, which in my humble opinion gives him a great perspective for working in hospice. All life is precious and to be protected. So glad he's on our team.

Mom seemed extra tired today. She told the doctor she was slowing down "to a turtle's pace". He was not surprised to hear it, but encouraged Mom to save her energy. She had told me before he arrived that she was moving much more cautiously, even using her cane in the house. The kids and I had noticed that Mom's lawn is getting really dry. I wonder if moving the sprinkler around in the heat is just more than she is up to anymore. Maybe I'll brave up and offer to water.

Mom's blood pressure keeps creeping lower, and they keep cutting her bp meds. Today the doctor explained that with Mom's atrial fibrillation, he will likely keep her on a low dose of bp meds. Evidently that can keep the ventricle from jumping on board with the atrium's fibrillations. (We had a nice lesson on the basics of a. fib.)

Mom mentioned her upcoming dentist appointment for an abscessed tooth and the doctor thought she might want to ask about just an extraction, rather than a root canal. Seeing her weariness today, I would hate to think of her lying there, enduring a long root canal. I thought it was a good suggestion, as long as she can still eat her steak!

I walked outside with the doctor as he left, and described the "anemone" episode. He supposed it was a little pooling from the atrial fibrillation that squooshed through the brain all at once. Sort of like a clot but not nearly so scary.

Really helpful; really nice manner; still makes me really sad to think of my mom failing after all.