I don't think people really read blogs. Maybe if I was getting naked they would but not now. I have this view of blogging as an echoing cry for attention into the vastness of the internet. And a way for people to rant of course. But alas I think I shall start this one as a first and an experiment.
I've been visiting my grandmother in the hospital for the past couple days. I never want to be so old that I can't take care of my own poop or chew my own food. But it is very interesting being in the same room with my mother and grandmother at the same time. Its three generations of women in a family and being able to see three generations of society in action upon women. Also the effect of mothers, my own mother was adopted from eastern Europe but that has no real persuasion upon her personality. The things my mother says she hates about her mother are the same things I see in her that bother me. It makes me wonder how many centuries and generations ago those traits were begun. Irritations descending from the beginning of time.
I've been visiting my grandmother in the hospital for the past couple days. I never want to be so old that I can't take care of my own poop or chew my own food. But it is very interesting being in the same room with my mother and grandmother at the same time. Its three generations of women in a family and being able to see three generations of society in action upon women. Also the effect of mothers, my own mother was adopted from eastern Europe but that has no real persuasion upon her personality. The things my mother says she hates about her mother are the same things I see in her that bother me. It makes me wonder how many centuries and generations ago those traits were begun. Irritations descending from the beginning of time.
But yours is a good one; it brings up a lot of thoughts.
My own grandmother would look at old folks in that state and say "just shoot me if I ever get like that." But now she's slipping herself and she doesn't talk that way anymore, and I wonder if you hit a point where what we see as loss of dignity just isn't such a big deal anymore. Not as big a deal as savoring the last moments of being alive, however painful they might be.
So I didn't ask before; is this your mom's adopted or birth mother? And how'd your mom take it? She seemed pretty cheery, but some people are just resilient.
Well, anyway, I'm glad your back, but I'd like to hear more about your trip as it comes up. Umm, maybe we can talk about that for 2 hours instead of waxing and hair pants. BY the way...Mr. Dean says he'll let me shave him head to toe. He would.