Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bed, Brown County, drive, fall, golden leaves, window on October 14, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
There is a window next to my bed. A window that obviously needs to be washed, but I love to look at the stars out that window at night. Winter is best for that because there is also a tree outside my window and this is the brightness I woke up to this morning.
Fall is officially in Brown County. Come on out for a beautiful drive.
Posted in Humor in Life, My Weird Family, Reasons I'll need Therapy, tagged apartment, bed, falling, fans, heart attack, humidity, window on August 13, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Conversation with mother (age 89) yesterday, after she had a heart attack in the morning and fell in the evening and was doped up on painkillers.
Setting: Her apartment. I’m trying to get her tucked into bed.
MOM: You need to move that fan.
ME: You want it closer?
MOM: and close that window.
ME: You love the evening breeze on you. It’s not going to rain so why not just enjoy the open window?
MOM: Because you are going to yell at me about the stuff.
ME: “What stuff?”
MOM: You know, the wet stuff.
ME: (pause) Not really sure I know what wet stuff you are talking about; let alone when have I yelled at you.
MOM: It gets damp and you yell at me because I’m not turning on the air-conditioner.
ME: OHHHH! When it is 98 degrees out, at 2pm, and really humid and you are sitting in your apartment panting, and having trouble breathing, because of your COPD, yes, I want you to close the window and turn on the air-conditioning. But, it’s night out now and dry and there’s this nice cool breeze. So, why not enjoy it? You love sleeping with the windows open.
MOM: Okay!
By this time, she is almost in bed.
Two seconds later, as she has all of her medicines and her cold water to drink.
MOM: You need to move that fan.
ME: (foolishly thinking this issue was settled) Why do you want the fan moved.
MOM: Because you are going to yell at me about the water.
ME: If you are talking about the humidity, I only worry about it when you are having trouble breathing during the day. But, it’s a nice cool night and you like the window open.
Mom is now tucked in and as I am turning out the lights, I hear,
MOM: You need to move that fan.
ME: Good night, mom. Sweet dreams.
About about fans and windows, I’m sure.
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