On the Mend
01/07/12 08:41
The Mrs has long been considered somewhat tone deaf when dealing with her son. No matter what she days, it always seem to come out wrong. The syllables have barely passed her lips and he is on his high horse. He has learned that it is better to react viscerally than to react at all. He is functionally incapable of discerning her motivations and as a universal mother figure she is simply not to be trusted. When she asks about his activities the night prior, what she really wants to know is what girls he was spending his time with. He knows all too well that his mother cares little for the kids he hangs with and nothing can be gained from mentioning even one of their names. She has inadvertently taught him the fine art of lying if for no other reason that to assuage her concerns so he can get on with whatever plans he has. Plans that are better not shared with his mother lest she asks more questions and then more questions after that. The Mrs takes some comfort in her son's lies hoping against hope that there is a kernel of truth to his comments. As always, he skirts the truth and she takes comfort in what little he is willing to give her. In legal terms, I believe that is called plausible deniability. She should be grateful for what little he has to say.
We paid a visit to Mrs G yesterday at the rehab place. She seems well although she complained a bit about the fact that they were pushing medications on her that she didn't think she needed. Take the nebulizer for example. She's never used one in her life and sees no need for one now. They are probably accustomed to patients who take matters into their own hands where their meds are concerned and know how to deal with them. They probably doubled the dose knowing full well that she had every intention of inhaling no more or no less than half the dose prescribed. After all, they don't have the resources to make sure that she follows her instructions to the letter and leaves them to their own devices for better or worse. Like a schoolgirl with a spliff in her bag, she confided in us with a most mischievous look on her face that she takes one puff and then lets another escape before taking another. One has to take their pleasures when and where possible in these places lest you give your soul over to the matrons of the facility. That would not be a good thing. Nurse Ratchet will be making her rounds soon and you don't want to be on her short list. Save that spliff for another day, Mrs G.
Our ride today was predictably gritty. We stayed on the back roads in town to keep out of the sun but the last leg of the trip brought us down by the beaches. Typically, there are far too many cars and people lining the boulevard but sometimes it's like watching a train wreck. You just have to be there to see it for yourself. And, we wouldn't miss it for the world. It is in our backyard after all. We feel fortunate to live where we do and we wouldn't trade it for the world. But I digress. The Grifters were packing the cars that couldn't find a meter into a $15 per-day spot in an open lot within spitting distance of the beach. The surf shop was doing a brisk business under an otherwise cloudless day and the soft drinks and kids carrying them were ever present. You just couldn't ask for a more beautiful pre-fourth-of-July weekend. I seemed to have just an extra little spring in my step today as well and pushed myself hard from time to time. It is just one of those days where you don't give a damn about which direction the wind is blowing or how hard the wind is blowing. Life is good and that is that.
We paid a visit to Mrs G yesterday at the rehab place. She seems well although she complained a bit about the fact that they were pushing medications on her that she didn't think she needed. Take the nebulizer for example. She's never used one in her life and sees no need for one now. They are probably accustomed to patients who take matters into their own hands where their meds are concerned and know how to deal with them. They probably doubled the dose knowing full well that she had every intention of inhaling no more or no less than half the dose prescribed. After all, they don't have the resources to make sure that she follows her instructions to the letter and leaves them to their own devices for better or worse. Like a schoolgirl with a spliff in her bag, she confided in us with a most mischievous look on her face that she takes one puff and then lets another escape before taking another. One has to take their pleasures when and where possible in these places lest you give your soul over to the matrons of the facility. That would not be a good thing. Nurse Ratchet will be making her rounds soon and you don't want to be on her short list. Save that spliff for another day, Mrs G.
Our ride today was predictably gritty. We stayed on the back roads in town to keep out of the sun but the last leg of the trip brought us down by the beaches. Typically, there are far too many cars and people lining the boulevard but sometimes it's like watching a train wreck. You just have to be there to see it for yourself. And, we wouldn't miss it for the world. It is in our backyard after all. We feel fortunate to live where we do and we wouldn't trade it for the world. But I digress. The Grifters were packing the cars that couldn't find a meter into a $15 per-day spot in an open lot within spitting distance of the beach. The surf shop was doing a brisk business under an otherwise cloudless day and the soft drinks and kids carrying them were ever present. You just couldn't ask for a more beautiful pre-fourth-of-July weekend. I seemed to have just an extra little spring in my step today as well and pushed myself hard from time to time. It is just one of those days where you don't give a damn about which direction the wind is blowing or how hard the wind is blowing. Life is good and that is that.