We held Dair's 90th birthday party in the fellowship hall at her church and invited friends to stop by to help celebrate. In addition to a bbq lunch, we had a large sheet cake with a nine and zero candle on it. We lit the candles, sang happy birthday, then held the cake up for Dair to blow them out. She took a big breath and spluttered all over the top of the cake. The entire room witnessed her spraying the cake with spit!
Everyone laughed and one lady piped up, "no cake for me, thanks." I replied, "hey, her germs have helped her survive to 90, they must be full of immunities." I guess either everybody forgot about the incident or took my words to heart because there was very little cake left at the end of the party.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Fair Trade
Dair's nephew John and his wife Louise have lived across the street from her for many years. Although they are at least 15 years younger than Dair, their health is much worse and so John is now in a nursing home. Louise has a home health aide, Shirley, who comes in each weekday to assist in her care and Dair refers to her as the "nurse" or "maid."
When Dair moved back home this summer, her daily routine was to retrieve the newspaper from the mailbox and head to Louise's for a cup of coffee. One day Shirley mentioned that her young son would like the little red wagon that Dair kept on her front porch. Dair said she'd make a swap for it. In exchange for the wagon, she asked Shirley to cut her toenails. Shirley agreed and the swap was made.
A few weeks later, Dair arrived early one morning at Louise's and was eager to have her toenails clipped again. Shirley was busy with her chores and told Dair she'd have to wait a while. After several more attempts to get Shirley's assistance, a frustrated Dair started cussing, slammed down the newspaper and stormed out.
Shirley, ticked off by Dair's behavior, called her husband and told him to bring the wagon back to Dair immediately. I'm thinking about buying Shirley a replacement wagon so she'll keep clipping Dair's toenails...there's just some things I refuse to do.
When Dair moved back home this summer, her daily routine was to retrieve the newspaper from the mailbox and head to Louise's for a cup of coffee. One day Shirley mentioned that her young son would like the little red wagon that Dair kept on her front porch. Dair said she'd make a swap for it. In exchange for the wagon, she asked Shirley to cut her toenails. Shirley agreed and the swap was made.
A few weeks later, Dair arrived early one morning at Louise's and was eager to have her toenails clipped again. Shirley was busy with her chores and told Dair she'd have to wait a while. After several more attempts to get Shirley's assistance, a frustrated Dair started cussing, slammed down the newspaper and stormed out.
Shirley, ticked off by Dair's behavior, called her husband and told him to bring the wagon back to Dair immediately. I'm thinking about buying Shirley a replacement wagon so she'll keep clipping Dair's toenails...there's just some things I refuse to do.
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