Our friends came over with their dad, who is 88. He is really dear to me. We'll call him Murray. When I get to spend time with him I get all of the coziness of hanging out with older people without the judgment and overt disappointment that my mom makes sure I enjoy when I'm with her. It is awesome.
Murray told us his story about getting Jackie Robinson's autograph when he was a kid, and I mentioned the story that *I* knew about 15-year-old Murray winning a local tv station's baseball trivia contest. He told us that the prizes included a set of luggage (which he took with him to college) and a wall safe. I guess they expected the winner to be an adult.
My gal pal and I both made pumpkin pies, and she and mrguy put candles in them for her husband and my recent birthdays, which are a few days apart. And when we all had a slice of each and I said "I think I like yours better," she said "Well you ought to!! I put a lot of elbow grease into that!" and I laughed until I almost cried. She's a sketch.
We heard from the caregiver, who said that mom had a busy night.
And I do not care.
I have asked the agency for caregiver coverage on Christmas and New Year's. I have told my sisters that I no longer care whether those caregivers are skilled or not, only that someone is with mom and it isn't me.
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