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Happy Mother’s Day! A Collection of Quotes

I’m jumping the gun on Mother’s Day, but why not share something special when the inspiration hits?  Years ago, May 1990 to be exact, I bought a notebook.  On the pages I began what has become a collection – a collection of quotes that have caught my fancy over the years.  Decades now. 

 22 years to be exact.  

The majority of the quotes and passages I’ve copied down, a few I’ve pasted.  There’s a couple random items in there, too.  Like a handwritten Post-it, a New Yorker cartoon of Edgar Allen Poe on Prozac, and a tour ticket for Hearst Castle.  

 That said, here are ten favorites from my collection.

 He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way.  No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart.  ~ from the Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

 Common sense is not so common ~ Voltaire

 Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life ~Picasso

 Lower than a snake with a belly full of buckshot ~ Foghorn Leghorn 

 Money doesn’t buy happiness, but it upgrades despair so beautifully. ~ from a play, “Hurrah at Last” 

 She had given him, instead, the delicate pleasure of watching her expand like a sea creature restored to its element, stretching out atrophied tentacles of girlish vanity and enjoyment to the rising tide of opportunity. ~ from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton

 A cynic is a passionate person who doesn’t want to be disappointed again ~ Benjamin Zander

 Care to our coffin adds a nail no doubt; and every grin, so merry, draws one out. ~John Wolcott

 Their imaginations were flywheels on the ramshackle machinery of the awful truth.  ~from Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut

 Finally, the Post-it note from my mother that reads… I love you! Mom

 

 

The Late Shift

We had a big scare last night.  My mother-in-law, 91, wasn’t answering her phone.  My husband called and called again.  Finally, he dialed her neighbor who told him his mom’s lights and TV were on, the front curtains drawn… and that her screen door was locked. 

 From the inside.

 The neighbor pounded on her door, rang the doorbell several times.  No answer.

 My mother-in-law is a feisty lady.  Despite not driving and breaking her hip in 2010, little keeps her from her demanding social schedule of lunches, cards, knitting, dominoes, and the casino.  Her phone plays a HUGE role in scheduling, so when there was no answer we panicked. 

 My husband and I jumped in the car, Bloodhound in tow, and sped into town, breaking the speed limit and running several yellows.  We strategized.  Should we continue to ring the doorbell?  Check the windows for signs of a break in?  Or call the police before we break glass to gain access?   All the terrifying feelings of helplessness, of trying to coordinate EMS over the phone in 2010, rolled back as my husband punched in her number on the cell phone (I drove, he dialed).

Still no answer!

 As soon as we arrived, my husband jumped out of the car and leapt to the back porch – only now the door was open.   And his mom was waiting for him.  Looking a little sheepish, I might add.  Turned out, while cooking herself a steak for dinner on her George Foreman grill she’d pushed aside a chair, which in turn, accidentally unplugged the phone jack.   To make matters worse, she’d taken out her hearing aids.

 We breathed a little easier and our blood pressure settled.  The only one who wasn’t fazed in the least was our hound dog, who leisurely hopped out of the car, strolled into the kitchen, and sniffed around for some treats (“Grandma” is soft touch when it comes to sharing her bag of Cheetos with Frankie).    

 But all the stress of the evening made me wonder about my own future… if I live into my 90s, will I be as fortunate as my mother-in-law?

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