Thursday, July 3, 2008

What goes around comes around?

By now you will have guessed that I'm pretty brain dead on the days I spend with my mother. There always seems to be some urgency at her house. Last week it was a visit from a friend who brought flower. Imagine that someone feeling overwhelmed when they receive flowers. Not me I'm delighted to get flowers of any kind. I would truly prefer not to get any at my funeral, but to have them now. Anyway the urgency of last week was that her dusters (those old lady housecoats they insist on wearing) are all tool long. Alice must have done something with them in the wash. Forget about the fact that my mother has osteoporosis and is quite likely shrinking. I know we could call her the incredible shirking pain in the neck. So in addition to the trousers that have elastic waistbands that are too tight, so I'm replacing them, I now have dusters to shorten. And then I had a scathingly brilliant idea! When we were children, there were four sisters, we always had dresses that were hand me downs, so they were too long, and my mother would put several tucks at the hemline so you could just let a tuck out as you grew. Well by the time the tucks came out the dress had been washed a million times and was faded except for the tucks. So you know how attractive that was. So I think that's what I'm going to do, put tucks into the dusters. After all what goes around comes around. Does that mean my boys will be putting darts into my jeans when I lose weight, so as not to waste the jeans. Oops.

If this photo was colored you would see the different shades of the hem. Talk about reduce reuse and recycle.

P.S. to this post, I am reminded by a nurse who works in a ward with dementia patience saying that you should not bring flowers, because often the patients will eat them. I suppose tossing them over the railing is a better alternative. There goes that saying "if you put all your troubles in a circle, you would gladly take back your own," not sure how accurate this is, but the general idea is the grass is not greener on your neighbors lawn.


Leslie Jane Moran said...

What I'm always astounded by is that there were as many pictures taken in those days as there were. It must have been a costly process then, developing etc.

I see you were in such a rush to catch that cat that you neglected to buckle your shoes!!!

Very cute, as you are now.

irenka said...

Actually this photo was taken at my Godfathers house, they were somewhat well to do and treated my sister and I very well, they had no children of their own. They paid for development, I even think they were the only people we knew that had a camera. I got a little photo album from Poland with maybe 12 pictures in it and I still have it today. You are very right, I was chasing that cat and I couldn't wear my shoes in the house so when the cat ran out, that the best I could do.

National Pet Day...

This is our pet cat, he lived with us for 18 years, adopted from a shelter, best cat ever. RIP Keahan