Elvis is Dead

So you remembered it was a special Elvis day which was good even if it was the twenty-fifth anniversary of his death. I don’t remember what I was doing when I heard the news but some people do. What were you doing on that day? It must be lonesome with Hank gone to Bayreuth. You can get many things accomplished in the next few weeks before he returns.

I went to see the twins for a few days since Cyd is still suffering from lack of attention because she doesn’t live in Spokane. I am trying to visit monthly, babysit, cook, clean, and give lots of grandmotherly advice. You’d think no one would want me around with all the suggestions I make-- Time for larger carseats, more music and less television, talk and laugh often, no p.j.’s during the day, and daily outdoor time.
Those were just a few of the remarks for the babies and then there was a list for the mom which included cutting down her getting ready time from one hour to thirty minutes. I mean she looks very nice after the hour but can she really afford the time?

I want to say I think my mom is doing better. She was in the lobby last Sunday when the bus for the scenic tour left and she somehow managed to hop on. She missed the weekly visit to my house but she didn’t mind. Her doctor started her on a highly selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor that is designed to alleviate emotional disturbances in elderly consumers with dementia disorders. I hope it works as described so that the next time when anyone like maybe Raymond says, “ Let me move over so you can get out” she won’t snarl and say, “Well, don’t you think I can get up my myself?” “ I don’t need any help.”

Last week an eleven year old grandson of one of the Lind ladies attended our cookie baking and he liked to count the cookies so I have to report that we baked 1435 cookies that morning. No one ever seems interested in how many so I guess that is approximately the amount that gets baked each month. I will take my camera next time so you can be amazed at the beautiful cookies.

I would write a few words about Lucas but he had a melt down last night and his punishment was not being able to spend Saturday night with grandma. I mean how did I get to suffer the consequence of his warrior-like behavior? I am keeping my mouth shut for now though as I really don’t want to parent any child. I only want to be around for the fun stuff.