A few times in the year before she died, Mom would alert me that she was "up to something." Often, she wasn't actually up to doing something, but she was up to making plans. Plans for capers. Plans to steal the neighbors' non-ironic pink flamingos. Once, she whispered, "plans to move the furniture."
"Whoa! That is big!"
"I'm back to my old self."
We never did move the furniture. But as Mom pointed out, she didn;t really need to move the furniture, she was just at the planning stage, but still that was a good sign, right?
Right before I got sick Wednesday I made a list of things to do. Organize pots and plans, organize closet (both work AND play clothes are hanging on both black AND white hangers!), clean basement (not going to happen), do filing, read Mom's letters, merge Mom's website with this one, re-hang prints in the nest.
Not going to do any of those things anytime soon, but I am making plans.
...this is going to be blah blah, then this will be blah blah, and I'm going to put blah blah there...
Don't you hate people who turn to you and ask, "When?"
Get well soon.
Posted by: ~~Silk | September 20, 2009 at 11:06 AM
God, it sounds like you're pregnant!
Posted by: gaoo | September 20, 2009 at 06:13 PM
~~Silk - NO! No one ever says that to me. But, they would say it to Mom. "Why, I thought you said you were going to move that rock garden." She would tell them she had just been conjecturing, but I'm sure they thought, "That lazy Ellen won't help her mother move those rocks."
Gaoo - Little fetus is going to be all addicted to codeine.
Posted by: TheQueen | September 20, 2009 at 06:32 PM