My Mom Decides to Speak

This is a funny thing that happened a couple years ago.

Men and Purses
Why Daurell won’t hold my purse.
September 7,2006

Where my mother lives right now is called Logan House on 1400 North in Logan. She has been there for a few years now and is reasonably comfortable there. She speaks very little and only knows those that see her very frequently (therefore NOT ME, yet she is always happy to see me) and even then seldom, if ever, calls anyone by name. The facility has a wing for active seniors, an area with assisted living and a wing for Alzheimer patients (which is a locked, tightly secured area). One often sees various degrees of aging moving about the corridors. My brother Mylan relayed this incident to me.

After having taken Mom out to a family get-together, Mylan returned her home and was walking her back to her cottage. Slowly they trundled down the long hallway to the North Cottage door. Coming in the other direction towards them was an elderly couple. The man appeared to be a loving, care giving husband helping his wife along. With one arm through hers, he held her purse with his free hand. Ordinarily, one would smile and say hello when passing in the hall like that, but, my mom had locked eyes on the man from a distance and as Mylan and Mother got close to the couple, Mom stopped, looked right at the man and said, “Sissy.”

Free Breakfast for Year

Free HBO’s from Comcast
Feb 15, 2008

Comcast is our internet, cable and phone service provider. I don’t know why we stay with them. It is always a hassle and is expensive (except I have to admit that I LOVE my cable guy, Johnny. He is prompt and helpful and gives me great advice on raising a boy.) One night I was on the phone with Comcast customer service haggling about what was wrong with the cable service. The rep I was talking to was trying really hard and was about as serviceable as they get, however, in going through all the trouble shooting he managed to mess up the cable even more so that we didn’t get any kind of reception. As an apology for our inconvenience he offered me free HBO (Home Box Office), a premium cable channel, for a year.

Robin was home for a short weekend shortly after that and as she was eating her all-time favorite cereal, Honey Bunches Oats, which she calls HBO’s, I told her the story that Comcast was giving us free HBO for a year. She lit up like when Matt LaFrandt asked her to Prom.
“FREE HBO’s FOR A YEAR!!!??? HOLY COW, MOM! TALK ABOUT SCORE!!...and wait...how did they know?”
I was puzzled. "How did they know what, Robin, and why would you be so excited about free HBO, you hardly live here." With great chagrin she said, “Mom! You know HBO’s my favorite cereal. Hmmmm, Comcast giving away free cereal, who knew life would get this good, hmmmm…that must be why those guys need to drive such big vans.”