Life in May

It's a year since the ambulance and fire truck came to the house because Mom wasn't getting up.  Since then, we've managed to get them through the summer of 2011, send them to Florida for winter and get them back up here after Mom had 2 strokes and Dad broke a bone in his arm while in the hospital with Mom!  I've been posting on FB and some folks suggested a blog would be fun.  I think they're just tired of reading the posts!
This is a typical day right now for them:
Get up, moan, grown, wander a bit.
Get dressed (sometimes in the same clothes as the day before).
Go downstairs and give Santana a biscuit.
Do the breakfast thing ("How does this toaster oven work again?"; "Where does the coffee go?").
Eat and read the paper (for Dad, one time through...Mom as many times as it takes).
Clean up (now this is ugly-run the cold water over the butter knife and put it in the drain, put the coffee mug upside down in the drain without cold water being run over it).  This does not include cleaning the table, or any counters.
Find the remote...sit on the couch after pushing every button till the TV comes on.  Make sure it is on the loudest setting.
Make comments about every single thing that comes on, including tampon commercials, pills to maintain erections.  Ask what is going on at least every 3 minutes.
Then there's lunch...more tomorrow!  Oh, joy!

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