Well, it’s Tuesday here but I had to really think about it this morning. Am I going to yoga today? Or can I linger a while longer in bed?
Yes, I was going to yoga, which I do almost every Tuesday and Thursday morning so, no, I could not linger. I sprung out of bed, a bit surprised at my agility. Not to worry. My arthritis kicked in soon enough. But still, I powered through yoga. Did all the Vinyāsas and the chatarungas. Went to the local co-op and did some shopping. Thought about my mother. A lot.
I’ve been calling her every day. She’s fine for the most part. She has her moments when she doesn’t feel so good, but it seems to pass, and she’s still quick to joke. She has a poem that she recites to me every once in a while.
I’m so tired I could cry.
Let me die.
The first time she recited it to me, she asked me what I thought about it. I said it sounded sad. Well, that’s just the way she feels. Only three months shy of her 100th birthday, I guess she would feel tired. A lot. And after losing two of her daughters, I can understand that she might be ready to leave this world.
And yet, when I called her close to 6 pm one evening, she couldn’t talk long because she wanted to watch her TV programs (the news followed by Jeopardy, Wheel of Fortune, etc.)
Today she told me that as my brother was leaving, he said to her, “If you need anything, you know where I am.”
Her response: “Well, yeah, of course I do. You’re standing in my doorway.” Ha ha.
One of my cousins was testing my mom’s balance the other day and, while they were standing next to each other, she asked my mom to pick up her right foot. Mom did. Then my cousin asked her to pick up her left foot. Mom: “Well, I can’t pick them both up at the same time.” Chuckle.
My mom’s sense of humor is quite literal. She knows what you mean (like she knew that my cousin expected her to put her right foot down before lifting her left), but she gets a kick out of taking you literally and making you sound silly. Works every time.
I tell myself that I’ll be ready to let her go when she’s ready to go, but I know I won’t be. I enjoy talking to her too much.
In the meantime, I’ve been busy making potholders and “mug rugs.” The blue and yellow ones have found homes, but I’m undecided if I’m willing to give up the other two. And I really need to learn how to take better photos. These look better in person than they do in the photos.
The ones below are too small for potholders but make nice mug rugs or coasters.
I joined a very creative group of potholder weavers on Facebook. I don’t think I’ll live long enough to do all that one can do with this simple art. Especially since I bought a rigid heddle loom yesterday. I can see myself on my deathbed now … “But I had one more dish towel to weave!”
Yes, I do plan to weave dish towels. It’s a thing.
Thank you for reading my strange, somewhat morbid, but hopefully colorful post. Here’s your reward:
Marie at 1 Write Way 