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Mrs.Anteater said:
Funny story I heard at work.
99 year old Mary ( not her real name) was admitted because she can't cope home alone. Neighbour comes to visit her. Neighbour knows that Mary has been struggling for the past five years. Neighbour says to Mary:" Mary, you should really think about having someone move in with you."
Mary responds:" Oh, no, dear, I can't possibly take care of someone else. I am having a hard time taking care of myself the way it is."
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These women sure do inspire me when I come across them, whether it be at work, at church, or elsewhere. Fiesty & with a wry sense of humour. I wonder sometimes if I will make it to their age, and what I will be like if I do.
 
Carolla said:
These women sure do inspire me when I come across them, whether it be at work, at church, or elsewhere. Fiesty & with a wry sense of humour. I wonder sometimes if I will make it to their age, and what I will be like if I do.
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The regional manager I work with on IT projects was visiting his mum for her b-day last week. 90 years old and still lives on her own, though his brother lives nearby and helps out. I'd rather be like that and then just drop. Wasting away like Dad did seems like a pointless way to end your life.
 
Carolla said:
These women sure do inspire me when I come across them, whether it be at work, at church, or elsewhere. Fiesty & with a wry sense of humour. I wonder sometimes if I will make it to their age, and what I will be like if I do.
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Don't know you enough to tell, but we (OTs) tend to joke at work that we will all have dementia and give the staff a hard time, because we know everything better...;)
 
Just last evening I heard a story:
Debbi found out that a friend was somewhat worried aboout her elderly mother. As the converssation went on she discovered that Mrs. B lived nearby. So, being a Maritimer, Debbi went over to introduce herself. "Hello Mrs. B. I'm a friend of your daughter Sylvia. I live right over there. We're practically neighbours. I've brought you some cookies. Can I come in and we'll get to know each other."
Of course Mrs. B invited her in. They sharedd stories aboout Sylvia while Debbi offered to make tea. A coouple of days later she was back. This time she tied the kitchen counter and washed dishes while she waited for the kettle to boil.
Before long Mrs. B was looking forward to Debbi dropping in. Often Debbi brought or made lunch. She started picking up groceries for Mrs. B when she did her shopping. When spring came she took her for short walkss. mrs. B, who had until then refused any suggesting that she miht need help, was quite happy to have her daughter's friend visit and keep her company.
Mrs. A - this reminds me of your story.
I've heard of similar arrangements before.

By the way, I just hired someone to help me with my pre-Christmas cleaning - fthis may be the start of a monthly visit - which will sooner or later probably become bi-monthly as I realize that I can't do everything I used to do.
 
Jae,
I used to respect you and liked your humour. Not sure what has happened to you. But if this is what you do for fun now or if you really don't get it, I feel pity for you. I think you need some help. I doubt you get it on this site, it seems to be more serious than that. Like some others, I will not engage in further conversation with you. Go get some help. Your soul is in serious trouble and praying in church doesn't seem to be enough or you wouldn't keep playing this role on this site.
 
Mrs.Anteater said:
Jae,
I used to respect you and liked your humour. Not sure what has happened to you. But if this is what you do for fun now or if you really don't get it, I feel pity for you. I think you need some help. I doubt you get it on this site, it seems to be more serious than that. Like some others, I will not engage in further conversation with you. Go get some help. Your soul is in serious trouble and praying in church doesn't seem to be enough or you wouldn't keep playing this role on this site.
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You're the one who needs help Mrs. A. Wanting people to laugh at people who can't take care of themselves. Joking about dementia. If you'd like me to help you contact a competent biblical counselor in your area I'd be pleased to assist you.
 
Seeler said:
Just last evening I heard a story:
Debbi found out that a friend was somewhat worried aboout her elderly mother. As the converssation went on she discovered that Mrs. B lived nearby. So, being a Maritimer, Debbi went over to introduce herself. "Hello Mrs. B. I'm a friend of your daughter Sylvia. I live right over there. We're practically neighbours. I've brought you some cookies. Can I come in and we'll get to know each other."
Of course Mrs. B invited her in. They sharedd stories aboout Sylvia while Debbi offered to make tea. A coouple of days later she was back. This time she tied the kitchen counter and washed dishes while she waited for the kettle to boil.
Before long Mrs. B was looking forward to Debbi dropping in. Often Debbi brought or made lunch. She started picking up groceries for Mrs. B when she did her shopping. When spring came she took her for short walkss. mrs. B, who had until then refused any suggesting that she miht need help, was quite happy to have her daughter's friend visit and keep her company.
Mrs. A - this reminds me of your story.
I've heard of similar arrangements before.

By the way, I just hired someone to help me with my pre-Christmas cleaning - fthis may be the start of a monthly visit - which will sooner or later probably become bi-monthly as I realize that I can't do everything I used to do.
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Working in the hospital, I do see some amazing people. we had a 95 year old man who looked like 70 and took care of his 80 year old wife with dementia. Maritimers are still pretty good and neighbourly. (can't say anything about the other Provinces).

You have a choice of how you interpret life. As German, I am coming from the serious side, but I have met a few Maritimers, who have shown how it is easier to take it lighter and- yes, funny. Because if you like someone, you laugh with them and not about them.
I had a funny experience myself this week, taking my former neighbour and her husband to get groceries. She had to move away, because she could no longer afford the rent. She is in a wheelchair and her husband has dementia of the pleasant kind- she is the mind and he follows one sentence instructions and is her legs and arms. So, we go to three stores, I load the wheelchair in and out of the car, assist her with getting in and out and load all the shopping bags. She is a larger lady and getting in/out is quite an effort. All the while, both of us have to keep an eye on the husband, who needs step by step instructions, and if not quite sure, will just keep on walking away straight. So I push the wheelchair, while husband pushes the cart following behind. Neighbour points to things for me to put in the cart. Of course we keep blocking the isles, but husband is great to just follow. Half way through the store, husband needs the bathroom (thank God, he is still continent). Leaving cart and wheelchair behind we search for same, me hoping I don't have to deal with an accident. All went well. As long as we stay in sight, he knows how to follow. I was exhausted at the end, but thinking of the picture of us trotting through those stores, it was very funny. And these two people are so funny themselves. Husband still has kept his humour. They are lovely people and have church and neighbour support, while family all lives out of province.
 
Love your humour and your kindness Mrs. Anteater. My sister and I got a chuckle this week when we visited an 88 year old fellow from church who had fallen, hit his head and ended up in the hospital. He had been carpet bowling when he passed out and got quite a gash on his head. We only know him from church, but we've talked enough to know that we can have a good visit with him. While he was telling us about different things he's done in life and is doing, he got a sheepish look on his face and then said, "I think maybe I'd better start to slow down." We told him we missed him at church on Sunday, to which he replied quite matter-of-factly..."I'll be there on Sunday".
 
Nancy said:
Love your humour and your kindness Mrs. Anteater. My sister and I got a chuckle this week when we visited an 88 year old fellow from church who had fallen, hit his head and ended up in the hospital. He had been carpet bowling when he passed out and got quite a gash on his head. We only know him from church, but we've talked enough to know that we can have a good visit with him. While he was telling us about different things he's done in life and is doing, he got a sheepish look on his face and then said, "I think maybe I'd better start to slow down." We told him we missed him at church on Sunday, to which he replied quite matter-of-factly..."I'll be there on Sunday".
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Oh now you too Nancy, laughing at a man who gashed his head. It's just really, really sad. There must be more to life to find humor in then illnesses and accidents.
 
Nancy, new word for me, thank-you.

You know, I and my friends laugh with each other all the time. Fellow consultants rib about travel idiosyncrasies, Church folks chuckle about the craziness of board meetings.

I was always told that it was a sign of one's strength of character that one can laugh at oneself.
It is good to be able to also laugh with folks.

Tonight, my partner & I lost every game we played (well, maybe we won one). It was funny. Sometimes we played badly. Sometimes it was crap luck. we never quit chuckling.

life is good when we can laugh. I laughed a lot when I was undergoing cancer treatments. I was thankful for deep belly laughs
 
I was thinking about writing a humourous report about the Parkinsons Support Group Christmas potluck and yankee swap - how everything happens in slow motion - how people arrive most walking on their own but some with walkers and one in a wheelchair - some driving themselves and others accompanied by caregivers (wives, husbands, parents (he has early-onset), friends - two women both with Parkinsons are each others support persons) - help with coats and boots (a husbaand helping his wheelchair bound wive out of her coat, guiding each arm like you would a two-year-olds, and then helping her to rearrange her clothing - bibs and dribbles (a wife wiping her husband's chin - spills taken for granted.

Everyone waiting patiently during the opening of each gift and then eyes darting aroound the room checking out the other gifts and making exchanges - Seelerman eyeing thee mechanical Santa while I'm wondering where we would put it in our small house and wondering how I can arrange a traade for a bbasket of home made jams - the woman in the wheelchair got a great big teddybear, no one had the heart to take it from her until near the end when someone claimed it - and the person with the very last number got it and returned it to her and she whispered to me 'what am I going to do with it?' - laughs all around, wishes for a Merry Christmas aand lots of 'See you next year'.

We meet again in January when we hear a speaker about Medical Marijuana(sp).

Maybe I will clean it up a bit, correct the grammar and read it at my Writers Group next month. (Giving false names and changing identifying characteristics to avoid the possibility of recognition in this relatively small city).
 
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