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We have a neighbor across the street whose gone totally batty. Today, she started coming into our house with out ringing the doorbell or knocking. We've locked the doors.
Of course, we feel sorry for her, sort of.
She was very nice to me when I was a child and none of the neighbor kids would play with me. I'd follow her around while she did her yard work with one hand balancing a lit menthol cigarette. As an adult, I now understand how my audience filled a serious need for attention she's got.
Her husband, who is older than she is by about 10-15 years, is a character unto himself, but much more lovable; if that's the right word. He was forced into retirement a few years ago by the LLNL but has a friend there who procured him a laptop so he can still crunch the numbers for his project. Poor thing is bent over like a question mark and barely capable of walking. He falls down a lot.
Homer is in a convalescent hospital now with Parkinson's diaease and Emily just informed us she's going in for some surgeries on Monday. She's upset because she can't find her sunglasses and is convinced that Homer rearranged everything in the house before he left for the hospital. The ambulance picked him up in the middle of the night during the past week and the next day, Emily was asking Mom if she knew where he was. Mom suggested the hospital, but Emily denied it wholeheartedly. She thought he was staying at the friends house, leaving her to care for herself all by herself.
It goes on and on.
It's hard to listen to and to hear about.
Mom says, "Getting old ain't for the timid."
I believe she's right.
Of course, we feel sorry for her, sort of.
She was very nice to me when I was a child and none of the neighbor kids would play with me. I'd follow her around while she did her yard work with one hand balancing a lit menthol cigarette. As an adult, I now understand how my audience filled a serious need for attention she's got.
Her husband, who is older than she is by about 10-15 years, is a character unto himself, but much more lovable; if that's the right word. He was forced into retirement a few years ago by the LLNL but has a friend there who procured him a laptop so he can still crunch the numbers for his project. Poor thing is bent over like a question mark and barely capable of walking. He falls down a lot.
Homer is in a convalescent hospital now with Parkinson's diaease and Emily just informed us she's going in for some surgeries on Monday. She's upset because she can't find her sunglasses and is convinced that Homer rearranged everything in the house before he left for the hospital. The ambulance picked him up in the middle of the night during the past week and the next day, Emily was asking Mom if she knew where he was. Mom suggested the hospital, but Emily denied it wholeheartedly. She thought he was staying at the friends house, leaving her to care for herself all by herself.
It goes on and on.
It's hard to listen to and to hear about.
Mom says, "Getting old ain't for the timid."
I believe she's right.