Please find your most elegant champagne, wine, whiskey, or highball glass to fill and please Toast my lovely Mother (and my Gentleman of a Father). Now, they have both moved on.
It took the Priest and ‘Last Rites’ to help change Mom’s breathing pattern – we think she was working things out in her mind.
Anyways, the funny thing is that dievca had read a NYer Article about Estate Sales before bed. So, when she dreamed about Waterford Crystal at 1:30 am and her Mom came in for a chat – she didn’t think much of it. But, it was Mom stopping by – she passed at 1:30 am.
And the Waterford? Going to dievca’s Niece-In-Law if she wants it.
You take what you can find at dievca’s Mom’s House.
Last night dievca found this:
Who on God’s Earth brought this over?
And this afternoon she found this:
A staple at a Chicago Cubs Game~
Both offerings are rough around the edges – but in a pinch, they’ll do~
dievca’s running to the Grocery store late tonight – the next visit won’t be as desperate.
PS. Her Mom is doing relatively well.
dievca mentioned that her Mom is fading or depressed and her Mom’s best friend (91) immediately asked her son to drive her up to my Mom. (God, I’m starting to cry). deivca set up the date to coincide with the caregiver who likes to cook and is already thinking of a nice light lunch for the ladies. Mom’s friend is bringing the dessert – a certain chocolate and raspberry cake because she knows Mom loves it. dievca’s Mom will rally to sit in the wheelchair for a longer period and see her friend – they will lean close because neither can hear. It’s a gift that is amazingly generous.
Never dismiss the touch of a true friend, its one of Life’s greatest miracles.
And she is a sleeping more. Is it depression or time to go?
Its the first time dievca’s Mom wanted to sleep rather than speak with her.
When you are the youngest of the two youngest and everyone (Dad/Aunts/Uncles) have passed. Your last tie to an Era will soon be cut. You can only hope that your oldest cousins can answer your questions about Family.
she knows she shouldn’t borrow trouble, but dievca’s heart is hurting.
Her Mom’s Life isn’t really a Life – so it will be good when Mom catches up with dievca’s Dad. She misses him
dievca just keeps sending Love from her mind and her heart.
dievca doesn’t know if she cleans the house for her Mother, the Caregivers or herself….but she kills herself to get the inside and outside done as much as possible in five days. Yes, her body pays for it afterward. No, she won’t hire someone to do it.
she is feeling like Lucy, right about now.
26 Oct 1952 — “Sales Resistance” is the name of this I Love Lucy episode, in which Ricky insists that Lucy get rid of a vacuum she bought from a door-to-door salesman. After a hectic day of trying to sell it to someone else, Lucille is worn out. — Image by © Bettmann/CORBIS
Photo: dievca, Mom’s Yard 05/2021
Growing Old – Matthew Arnold
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forgo her wreath?
—Yes, but not this alone.
Is it to feel our strength—
Not our bloom only, but our strength—decay?
Is it to feel each limb
Grow stiffer, every function less exact,
Each nerve more loosely strung?
Yes, this, and more; but not
Ah, ’tis not what in youth we dreamed ’twould be!
’Tis not to have our life
Mellowed and softened as with sunset glow,
A golden day’s decline.
’Tis not to see the world
As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes,
And heart profoundly stirred;
And weep, and feel the fullness of the past,
The years that are no more.
It is to spend long days
And not once feel that we were ever young;
It is to add, immured
In the hot prison of the present, month
To month with weary pain.
It is to suffer this,
And feel but half, and feebly, what we feel.
Deep in our hidden heart
Festers the dull remembrance of a change,
But no emotion—none.
It is—last stage of all—
When we are frozen up within, and quite
The phantom of ourselves,
To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost
Which blamed the living man.
Unlike the poem states – dievca still feels flashes of being young. she has hints and memories of free movement, but she wonders if this poem applies to her Mother’s age when memories dim and movement is slim. Note: that dievca is saying this as she is elevating and heating a knee which was painful upon awaking -trying to remember her name.
Photo above from an article on aging and beauty at the Ground Truth Project.
Actually, it’s not desperate.
dievca’s Mom had a bath at Noon (it takes two people) and that wiped her out until dievca woke her at 4:55 pm. Why 4:55 pm? Because her Mom insisted that Jane Eyre would be on TV at 5:00 pm… Yes, it was on – because dievca downloaded it onto the tablet from Amazon Prime.
(dievca’s brother canceled cable TV)
dievca fed her Mom dinner and watched the 2011 version with her – good acting, but it is a sad movie.
Big Band Music to pick up the mood while getting Mom ready for bed and now dievca is seeking wine.
There is no wine to be had ~ hence the appropriate t-shirt graphic.
(Wine is on the grocery list for tomorrow.) 😉
Hitting the Highway and Thinking of You!
dievca’s Mom kept getting anonymous postcards from around the country when she was a young gal. The tagline on each of them was the phrase above. She never found out who sent them.
So, dievca is hitting the highway and making her way to her Momma. Her Mom might not last too long, so now is the time. she’s bringing that black Burberry Cashmere coat she bought when the Hudson Yards Neiman Marcus closed (September) – her Mom was asking to see it.
Once a Style Maven – always a Style Maven.
dievca has so many clothes she would love to share with her Mom – her Mom isn’t tracking too well. That’s why the Burberry coat request, as ridiculous as it seems, is very important.
OK, hitting the highway and thinking of you. XO
Like everyone, dievca has her worries. They add up to create fatigue. Then there is evidence that one of the worries is bucking the trend and involved with something you know brings them shear Joy. dievca started crying when her Mom’s caregivers sent photos of something beautiful:
Mom looks like the Goddess she is…
That description could mean many things, but on Friday, dievca ate the perfect peach. The peach smell from the fruit bowl was tantalizing. The peach itself was small. not too pretty and just a little soft. But, the first bite offered an explosion of taste with juices dripping.
OK, dievca’s mind just went into the gutter.
Back to the Peach…dievca grabbed the phone to call her Mother. Strange, huh? dievca’s Mom was a fruit connoisseur growing up and she knows the value and pleasure of a really good peach. Don’t you always call the person who understands completely when you need to share?
As expected, dievca’s Mom was delighted that dievca had a great peach and that dievca was willing to call and share. It brought on the memories of going strawberry picking with a pail of water, a bowl and a can of whipped cream. Eating blueberries for the first time. Cutting up watermelons for Dad’s business’ annual picnic.
Summer food shared and thoroughly enjoyed.
dievca had a couple of more peaches and has enjoyed them in her morning yogurt. As she was cutting one up, she realized that the shape does look like an A**, in fact a little like dievca’s a**.
Now she gets this song:
And the whole big “to do” about Apple changing their peach emoji:
This is why on Etsy they sell panties for your peaches and peach butt soap:
And dievca will leave you with a Tony Futura graphic of the tan lines on her PEACH. Master just laughs at the lines.
PS. Find a peach for your Sunday, they seem to be very juicy this year. XO