"I got my haircut today. Can you come take my picture?"
(Her voice is tiny. She couldn't scream out loud if she tried. I know because from time to time we'll tease her and ask her to scream as loud as she can. You'd have trouble hearing her in the next room.)
It was early July. I knew exactly why she wanted me to come take her picture. One of her latest obsessions has been her Christmas cards. Yes, she wanted me to come take her CHRISTMAS picture.
It was boiling hot that day. She was wearing a summer top. Out we trundled to the courtyard of her memory care unit. Sitting in the blistering sun, she let me drape different scarves around her neck - red, fuschia & turquoise - to simulate winter attire.
"Mom, it's July."
"I know. I'm hot."
I got the cutest picture of her! I told her that it was so cute we could use it for her obituary.
"I'm going to live until I'm 100."
"Yeah, I'll probably be taking at least 11 more Christmas pictures of you. We might come up with an even cuter one."
"That's right. Heh. Heh."
|Boom. Christmas cards!|
Today, at lunch, I brought out a birthday card for her to sign for Jonathan.
"Mom, come sign Jonathan's birthday card, and I'll put it in the mail tomorrow!"
She slowly walked over to the counter to sign the card. The card for Jonathan. Her grandson.
"Can I sign Jonakan's card?!" We don't know why Leonard pronounces Jonathan with a "k." It actually sounds kind of cool. Jonakan Skywalker. We've known Leonard for about 5 years. Jonakan KNOWS who Leonard is. Leonard signed his full name. Ohhhhh. THAT Leonard.
Then, Nana signed.
Later this afternoon, I noticed how Mom signed the card. It wasn't until I wrote the note on the left side of the card that I saw Nana's signature. She is also Jonathan's grandmother. I attribute the "+" to the fact that she is a retired math teacher.
I just this minute I noticed that I wrote "The Nana" instead of "Then Nana." Lawdy Mercy, I needs me a keeper.
Over lunch, Mom asked me if I had done the return address labels for her Christmas cards yet. I told her that I would have them ready on October 2nd (because I'm kind of sassy like that). She doesn't like for me to print out the address labels until the week before Thanksgiving (she sends her cards the day after Thanksgiving...) because if "we" print them to soon, someone might die. Instead of "Joe and Jane Doe," "we" would have to reprint it to read "Jane Doe." Poor Jane. When you're 89 the timing of printing address labels is very, very tricky.
Happy 28th Birthday, Jonakan!