Funeral this afternoon for a dear elderly woman in our church. Full funeral Mass they call it. It will be a beautiful service, guaranteed. She ran in elite circles, being heavily involved in the Republican party in our city, so the mayor and other muckity-mucks will likely be in attendance. I already miss her. She's the one who taught me how to arrange the altar flowers, often sharing her rose garden for cutting. Even last month she called me, asking if I needed flowers and the girls and I went out to her house (estate is more like it) and cut roses and glads. She passed away on Saturday and I cried throughout the church service on Sunday, and I wasn't alone. 'Maida'...you've left a huge void in many lives.
In other news, I sort of gave my brothers an ultimatum about Mom. Said we desperately, ever desperately, need a break from caregiving, naming September or October as being prime. Don't think they're taking me seriously, and reminded them of my plea from a month ago. My girls nerves are a bit tattered. My brothers drag their feet. I suggested putting her up on Craigslist, but not sure they'll allow that.
Mom's feet have begun to swell again. After scolds from her weekly nurse to drink more water (how silly) and move around a bit, she listens for a day, then just sits. Yes, I realize we're dealing with brain damage from her strokes, but, oddly enough, the stubborn part of her brain hasn't been affected.
And after tearing my hair out, once again, reminding her to drink, walk, do something, I told her Monday night I was done (a replay of a former conversation) with hounding her. She smiled when I told her she'd hear no more reminders from me, going so far as to say I didn't care if she drank water or not. Hmmm. Yesterday she was a good little toaster, refilling her cup once (fanfare), and expecting us to throw confetti. No comment. She says didn't I think her feet already looked better after one day. Well, uh no, I don't. One day of what?!
And here's newsflash: since being off all her meds except her b/p prescription, she's had no more mini-strokes (TIAs). No cholesterol, diuretic or arthritis meds. Connection? It's been nearly 2 months, and she had been having them about every 2 weeks. The last humdinger was mid-June. I think we're onto something.
She's on the border of being dehydrated, making her loopy at times. Her body is saying it wants to hold onto all the fluids she takes in. The nurse and aide roll their eyes, witnessing this daily with their patients. Mom's free ride with home health runs out this month. Then she won't have anyone but us to nag her. And we're done nagging. She's like a spoiled child, almost enjoying the attention she gets from being a stinker. She sulked yesterday, likely noticing we were ignoring her. Good grief. How old are you?
Moving on. Two crocheted baby blankets almost completed for our grandbabies due soon. Used Bernat blanket yarn, all thick, soft and chunky. Will mail one out to California this week for next weekend's shower, and take the other one to son's coed shower later this month. My husband is squirming about this shower, saying it's a women's thing traditionally, why botch up tradition by making the men go? Makes me laugh.
Must toddle off now. Tidying to do and will press the least one's dress for the funeral. Husband, as caretaker, is already at church. They're even having valet parking, my goodness. Our church can seat about 225 if you stuff them in. It'll be curious to see how many come.
Take care. Trying to keep my sense of humor. How'm I doing?