Cathy in the Wright

Another One From The "Where Did He Learn That?" File...

Today's diamond from the backseat was, "You can kiss my butt."

Okay, Governor, where did you hear that?

"It's what (insert cartoon character name I've never heard) says on the cartoon."

You're done watching that cartoon.

"Never again?"

Never.

On the bright side, I didn't have to listen to any bad Christmas music in the car today. The down side is that I had to listen to the same Raffi song over and over and over. Good thing it's a short trip to the nursing home.

And speaking of our nursing home visit...today I was kneeling on the floor next to Marianne's chair. I often sit or kneel next to the residents so I'm looking up rather than down at them. It's easier to get the dog closer to them in that position as well. So I'm next to Marianne, and I'm guessing the distance between my head and her bottom was roughly 24 inches. That was about eight feet too short. The poor woman gambled on a gas bubble...and lost. The initial sound was horrible. The following odor was beyond description.

That's the great thing about Alzheimer's patients, though. You can get up and run away, and next week they won't remember how rudely you bolted in the middle of a conversation.

Posted by Cathy at November 30, 2004 08:23 PM