"The OTHER Half???"
My dad recounted something that occurred Tuesday that I must share.
My mother got a phone call from Mee Maw Tuesday morning. "Annie Ruth, I need you to come up here and show me where the other half of my glasses are!"
"The WHAT?" asked my mother.
"The other half of my glasses. I can't find them anywhere." said Mee Maw.
Mom left and went to the facility after grabbing a spare set of spectacles from Mee Maw's house. When she arrived, Mee Maw was, er, occupied elsewhere (if you get my drift), so Mom searched the room, stripped the bed, ransacked drawers and chair cushions, and looked everywhere (except the locked bathroom, of course) for a broken pair of glasses or a lost lens. When Mee Maw emerged, she was wearing her normal glasses with both lenses and the frame intact.
Mom quizzed her about what she needed, and Mee Maw insisted that she could not find the other half of her glasses. Realizing after repeated and reworded questions that she was outmatched in the confusion department, Mom dropped the subject and stayed for a visit. Afterward she reported that Mee Maw seemed more like her old self than she has in months, both mentally and physically, except for the puzzling references to her glasses.
Later on Tuesday (or maybe it was the next day), my uncle Ralph came by work to visit his brother. Dad asked him if he had spoken with their mother recently. Ralph said that he and his wife had spent some time with her on Monday evening, as usual, and that she seemed more like normal. She did not mention any pain, and she appeared more mobile than she had been since she broke her back cleaning up the dog puke in her kitchen.
Then Ralph told Dad that Mee Maw had called him on Tuesday morning asking if he knew the whereabouts of "the other half of her glasses". When he could not make sense of it, he handed the phone to Ann, who made her own valiant attempts to understand what was going on. Apparently when she was unable to get help from Ralph or Ann, Mee Maw then called my mother about the same thing.
All concerned have agreed to drop this unless she brings it back up. But still the question remains. . .
"The other half of her glasses????"
My mother got a phone call from Mee Maw Tuesday morning. "Annie Ruth, I need you to come up here and show me where the other half of my glasses are!"
"The WHAT?" asked my mother.
"The other half of my glasses. I can't find them anywhere." said Mee Maw.
Mom left and went to the facility after grabbing a spare set of spectacles from Mee Maw's house. When she arrived, Mee Maw was, er, occupied elsewhere (if you get my drift), so Mom searched the room, stripped the bed, ransacked drawers and chair cushions, and looked everywhere (except the locked bathroom, of course) for a broken pair of glasses or a lost lens. When Mee Maw emerged, she was wearing her normal glasses with both lenses and the frame intact.
Mom quizzed her about what she needed, and Mee Maw insisted that she could not find the other half of her glasses. Realizing after repeated and reworded questions that she was outmatched in the confusion department, Mom dropped the subject and stayed for a visit. Afterward she reported that Mee Maw seemed more like her old self than she has in months, both mentally and physically, except for the puzzling references to her glasses.
Later on Tuesday (or maybe it was the next day), my uncle Ralph came by work to visit his brother. Dad asked him if he had spoken with their mother recently. Ralph said that he and his wife had spent some time with her on Monday evening, as usual, and that she seemed more like normal. She did not mention any pain, and she appeared more mobile than she had been since she broke her back cleaning up the dog puke in her kitchen.
Then Ralph told Dad that Mee Maw had called him on Tuesday morning asking if he knew the whereabouts of "the other half of her glasses". When he could not make sense of it, he handed the phone to Ann, who made her own valiant attempts to understand what was going on. Apparently when she was unable to get help from Ralph or Ann, Mee Maw then called my mother about the same thing.
All concerned have agreed to drop this unless she brings it back up. But still the question remains. . .
"The other half of her glasses????"
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