Dair and I took a road trip yesterday. We drove to her home in NC to make the rounds and get her hair done. We learned that one of the ladies that she visits in the nursing home was celebrating her 100th birthday, so we stopped by to wish her well.
When we walked in, Buna, the birthday girl, had her back to us and was bent over, placing something on the floor. Dair, who happened to be carrying a walking stick with her, couldn't resist such an easy target and pretended like she was going to give Buna a lick with the cane. Thankfully, she only lightly tapped Buna on the rear. I thought to myself, "She's going to make sure Buna topples over and doesn't see 101."
This morning Dair was relating the story to her grandson, but this version was a little different. She told how Buna was bent over and then said, "And some smart aleck in the room suggested I..." and made the motion like she was whacking Buna her with the cane.
"Oh no," I retorted, "that was all your idea." Dair grinned from ear to ear.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Smarty Pants
Dair and I are in the midst of another season of bowling with the "Oldies But Goodies" League. My game is slowly improving thanks to my $3.53 bowling ball from Good Will. Dair's game is not as good as it was last year, but she still manages to beat me. At least she did until last week, when I finally beat her in one game. Then it happened again today! I know what you're thinking, I shouldn't celebrate a win over a 90 year old woman, but she's so darn competitive, and really good, so it is kind of nice to beat her once in a while.
I'm not the only one who notices all the congratulatory pats Dair gives herself on the back when she gets a strike or spare. Today the top female bowler in the league noticed Dair's first game set of four strikes and the celebration that went along with them and sneered, "She's a show off and a smart aleck." "Yes she is," I thought, "but let me see what you can do when you're 90!"
I'm not the only one who notices all the congratulatory pats Dair gives herself on the back when she gets a strike or spare. Today the top female bowler in the league noticed Dair's first game set of four strikes and the celebration that went along with them and sneered, "She's a show off and a smart aleck." "Yes she is," I thought, "but let me see what you can do when you're 90!"
Friday, March 11, 2011
You've Got Mail
Dair has gotten extremely nosy lately. She is constantly asking where each family member is at each moment, how long they will be gone, and when they will be back. She also keeps close tabs on the dogs, and really would prefer that they never leave the house.
One of the high points of her day is the arrival of the mail. She used to get tons of junk mail and would frequently send checks to various organizations that asked for donations. We have put a stop to most of that, but the occasional junk still gets through. Once she sees it, you can't convince her to throw it away. So we try to get to the mail before her and screen out anything important or completely worthless. Unfortunately, she now watches for the mailman to arrive, and as soon as he is sighted, off Dair shuffles to meet him at the end of the driveway.
Today some mail arrived for her grandson, Stephen. It just so happened that he was visiting our house and so she opened it and showed it to him. It was a credit card offer, complete with one of those fake credit cards attached. He tore the envelope and contents in half and threw them in the trash.
After Stephen left the room, she fished the mail out of the trash and put it in her pocket. I asked her about it and she said she wanted to see what it was. I told her it was Stephen's mail and she replied, "well he lives in my house (in NC) - part of the time." I guess she thought that gave her the right to be nosy.
One of the high points of her day is the arrival of the mail. She used to get tons of junk mail and would frequently send checks to various organizations that asked for donations. We have put a stop to most of that, but the occasional junk still gets through. Once she sees it, you can't convince her to throw it away. So we try to get to the mail before her and screen out anything important or completely worthless. Unfortunately, she now watches for the mailman to arrive, and as soon as he is sighted, off Dair shuffles to meet him at the end of the driveway.
Today some mail arrived for her grandson, Stephen. It just so happened that he was visiting our house and so she opened it and showed it to him. It was a credit card offer, complete with one of those fake credit cards attached. He tore the envelope and contents in half and threw them in the trash.
After Stephen left the room, she fished the mail out of the trash and put it in her pocket. I asked her about it and she said she wanted to see what it was. I told her it was Stephen's mail and she replied, "well he lives in my house (in NC) - part of the time." I guess she thought that gave her the right to be nosy.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Keeping Score
Dair and I are bowling again in the "Oldies But Goodies" Senior League. Her game is not what it was last spring; mine is a tiny bit better than it was last year. We are third from last in the standings at this point in the season. Still, she enjoys it and is always hopeful that each week we'll get to bowl with one of "those good looking men."
This week we were paired with a team that consisted of a lady named Jean and her partner, Jeff. Apparently Jeff has some memory issues himself and during the previous week had burned his hands on a hot pot. Jeff was unable to bowl, but he showed up and watched the rest of us. For some reason the computer that kept our scores gave Jeff nine pins each frame even though he never got up from his seat and bowled a single time.
Fortunately, Dair and I had a good day and ended winning all three games against Jean and Jeff, even with his automatic 90 score. As we left the bowling alley, Dair commented, "that fellow next to us (meaning Jeff) was pretty good today."
This week we were paired with a team that consisted of a lady named Jean and her partner, Jeff. Apparently Jeff has some memory issues himself and during the previous week had burned his hands on a hot pot. Jeff was unable to bowl, but he showed up and watched the rest of us. For some reason the computer that kept our scores gave Jeff nine pins each frame even though he never got up from his seat and bowled a single time.
Fortunately, Dair and I had a good day and ended winning all three games against Jean and Jeff, even with his automatic 90 score. As we left the bowling alley, Dair commented, "that fellow next to us (meaning Jeff) was pretty good today."
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