Social life
Mom's social life is ramping up a bit lately. She's going to a play today. Dad says, "Somewhere in Ansonia or something. What should I put on her?" She has on belted shorts, a striped pink shirt, and a pretty necklace. I asked him what the play was, "I don't know." "Who's going?" "The girls."
That says so much, doesn't it? So I figure it's hot, she should just put a nice pair of sandals on - she'll be good. "Well, how do you know?" Dad asks. "You should call one of the girls and ask her." "No, I don't want to do that." "Then this is good."
Nuff said, right?
After last week's event at Short Beach, a friend and I agreed to get our parents together for dinner, and we invited another friend to come with her mom as well. I explained it to Mom as follows:
"We're going out for pizza with some people you know, and a few you don't. Mr. So and So's wife died last year from dementia. One of the other women has dementia also - she just moved here from down south to be with her daughter."
Mom: "How will we know what we're talking about? Well, I guess it doesn't really matter, does it?" She followed that with a healthy laugh.
Nuff said, right?
Tomorrow, Mom and Dad and a bunch of friends are going to Tanglewood to hear the Boston Pops. Of course, Dad has spent a significant amount of time talking on the phone to others going. Planning what to bring, discussing beer and wine to bring (not on the bus, but certainly at the venue), times. I asked him what music was on the agenda. With a sneer, he said, "Opera and whatever else". Knowing he is not an opera fan, I said, "Really" with that disbelieving voice. Dad played along and said, "I know! I hate opera, but everyone else wanted to go." Mom said, "Oh, jeez, I'm sure they'll play other crap too."
Nuff said, right?
That says so much, doesn't it? So I figure it's hot, she should just put a nice pair of sandals on - she'll be good. "Well, how do you know?" Dad asks. "You should call one of the girls and ask her." "No, I don't want to do that." "Then this is good."
Nuff said, right?
After last week's event at Short Beach, a friend and I agreed to get our parents together for dinner, and we invited another friend to come with her mom as well. I explained it to Mom as follows:
"We're going out for pizza with some people you know, and a few you don't. Mr. So and So's wife died last year from dementia. One of the other women has dementia also - she just moved here from down south to be with her daughter."
Mom: "How will we know what we're talking about? Well, I guess it doesn't really matter, does it?" She followed that with a healthy laugh.
Nuff said, right?
Tomorrow, Mom and Dad and a bunch of friends are going to Tanglewood to hear the Boston Pops. Of course, Dad has spent a significant amount of time talking on the phone to others going. Planning what to bring, discussing beer and wine to bring (not on the bus, but certainly at the venue), times. I asked him what music was on the agenda. With a sneer, he said, "Opera and whatever else". Knowing he is not an opera fan, I said, "Really" with that disbelieving voice. Dad played along and said, "I know! I hate opera, but everyone else wanted to go." Mom said, "Oh, jeez, I'm sure they'll play other crap too."
Nuff said, right?
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