Fugeting along
You never know what will be going on when you visit my mother's place. One day the elderly wife of the only male housemate might be there deep-frying some kind of Norwegian Christmas cookies; another day, there is holiday caroling for breathing exercise, which the grumpy male resident boycotts. Another resident is in and out of the process of hospice, which evidently has been going on for quite a while. She is a mere whisper of a person, and it gives me pause to think how she persists.
Saturday, I attended the Christmas Luncheon up there; I had kept a leash on my expectations. It turned out to be a wonderful afternoon, with delicious Filipino foods, instrumental entertainment, and caroling. My mother seems to have gotten over her respiratory ailment, can hear better, and could be tempted to try the lumpia, and the delicious noodle dish called pansit. It had delicate noodles, fresh vegetables, and very nicely cooked Chinese sausage like we used to get in dim sum downtown. There was a wonderful quiche, a terrific salad, a huge ham which I skipped but it looked festive, and some amazing cranberry lemon bundt cake, all made by the people who run the place. A very generous and excellent spread; there was egg nog and wine, beer, sodas, and someone claimed they were giving the grumpy male resident some aquavit, which I find hard to believe, but it might have been so. What the hell; you're only ancient and on your way out for a while. The woman in hospice was there, and nodding in time to the music. My heart ached for her. Should she stay or should she go...
Saturday, I attended the Christmas Luncheon up there; I had kept a leash on my expectations. It turned out to be a wonderful afternoon, with delicious Filipino foods, instrumental entertainment, and caroling. My mother seems to have gotten over her respiratory ailment, can hear better, and could be tempted to try the lumpia, and the delicious noodle dish called pansit. It had delicate noodles, fresh vegetables, and very nicely cooked Chinese sausage like we used to get in dim sum downtown. There was a wonderful quiche, a terrific salad, a huge ham which I skipped but it looked festive, and some amazing cranberry lemon bundt cake, all made by the people who run the place. A very generous and excellent spread; there was egg nog and wine, beer, sodas, and someone claimed they were giving the grumpy male resident some aquavit, which I find hard to believe, but it might have been so. What the hell; you're only ancient and on your way out for a while. The woman in hospice was there, and nodding in time to the music. My heart ached for her. Should she stay or should she go...
posted by isabelita at 1:09 PM
2 Comments:
People who fare better in such places should be given whatever suits their fancy, as long as it doesn't cause grief for anyone else. Aquavit for the old guy seems perfectly legit, from my perspective.
Well, the old feller is diabetic, so they have to be careful, but you should have seen him homing in on a plate of brownies the other day in his wheelchair. Never saw him move so fast, or look so happy!
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