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Based on what I know about scary Halloween stories, I think I have a real doozy. A really great, scary story causes your heart to start pounding and increases your breathing rate. You can experience moments of sheer terror and begin to feel panicky and on edge. The most frightening Halloween stories involve lots of trembling and screaming, and yesterday, I experienced all of these symptoms and more, after hanging up the phone after a conversation with my mom. You see, she had just informed me she is coming for a two-week visit over Thanksgiving. A good scary story also has a bad guy and in this case, it would be my sister, who extended the invitation, knowing full well that my mom usually stays at my house.
It all started when my middle sister invited my mom out here a week before Thanksgiving to see her son act and sing in a play. The last play she came out here for, that he was in, was Cabaret. I had seen the movie starring Joel Grey and Liza Minnelli, so I knew the storyline, but nothing prepared me for my nephew’s director’s interpretation of the show. Talk about scary. I saw more people gyrating that night than I did on my honeymoon and I was so close to the stage that if I hadn’t been covering my eyes and holding back sobs, I could have reached out and touched any one of the scantily clad cast members.
So, you can only imagine my fear when my mother told me this time my nephew was in the musical Miracle on 34th Street. I mean, I love that movie and I am praying that this time the director does not feel the need to have the part of the disbelieving mother played by a large woman in a bustier or have Santa’s elves start pulsating against any Christmas trees during one of the musical numbers. I had nightmares after Cabaret for weeks and I would like to be able to continue our family tradition of our yearly viewing of Miracle on 34th Street without having flashbacks.
It isn’t that I don’t love my mother or want her to come, but frankly, she wears me out. My mom lives at a Senior Housing Facility. She has her own studio apartment and stays busier than I do. She does Yoga in the mornings, plays cards most days of the week, loves Wii bowling, reading, TV, and movies. You can take her out all day and come home in the evening and she still wants to know what we have planned for the rest of the night. Most of the time I will tell her we thought we might just sit and relax the rest of the night, but she interprets that to mean someone wants to play Wii bowling with her.
My sister also has the Wii and I have told my mom to pack an overnight bag and I would be more than happy to drive her over there because I hate hogging all of her time, but she just stands there holding the controller. Usually, she tells me to hurry up and move a couple of chairs, one end table, and two lamps out of the way because she feels it will give her a better approach and I guess she thinks all living rooms should be laid out more like a bowling alley. For those of you who are thinking what a nice little active grandma, think again. She is very competitive and we have asked her several times to stop acting like she is choking when it is someone’s else turn to bowl. My daughter is the most agreeable to bowling with her, but even she got turned off the one time she beat her several games and my mom came up with some convoluted way to average the games and declare herself the true winner. When Hayley said that didn’t seem fair, mom told her not to be sore loser.
She does like to read and I recommended The Bride Quartet series to her by Nora Roberts to keep her busy. You can judge me, but some of my reading does include men that throb and women that heave, and my mom loves Nora Roberts. I also don't want to blame my husband for my reading material, but I have been married a long time and have mentioned, on more than one occasion, that I wished someone would woo me, only to have him say, "woo woo," repeatedly when I come to bed, proving that he does not truly understand the concept of wooing. It didn't take me long to realize I should have kept my mouth shut, because it seems like every phone call now, she is asking me if I have tried half of what the couples are doing in those books and ends with me screaming, "MOM," into the phone. I just know she is going to want to continue the discussion in person and that thought is keeping me up at nights. I am not ashamed to say that the last time she asked about positions and such, I told her to call my newly married oldest daughter and to use her as a point of reference from here on out. Hey, my daughter did move clear across the country to Oregon, so I figured she probably likes hearing from family and it was the least I could do.
Now, if I could just get her to call another sister about her weekly movie night, it would be even better. Every Sunday, two woman that live where she lives and my mother get together to watch a movie. She was in charge last week of picking the movie and she always worries that the other ladies might not like what she picks out, but was happy to tell me they both LOVED the movie, An Officer and a Gentleman, and Richard Gere. However, she went on to say that the 95-year-old woman in the group said she had never, in all her days, had sex like that and what did I think about that statement. Secretly, I was thinking about clearing my house of all R rated movies prior to her visit, so we could avoid these titillating conversations during the duration of her visit, but all I said was, “tell her there is still time,” and she laughed.
I feel better today and less afraid. I have decided to stock up on some Sleepy Time Tea and encourage her to substitute tea for coffee at dinner. This should prevent the couple of hours after dinner where she calls my husband into her room to ask for help with either the TV or the DVD player. She is always very nice about it and always begins her demands with, “I hate to be a bother!” You can tell, though, that she blames us for her confusion with the controls and she all but accuses us of only buying the TV and the DVD player in her bedroom because the salesman told us that old people cannot operate it without help. She will tell you that all this new technology is going to kill her and I usually nod my head and say, “I really wish they would bring back those black and white TV’s with the rabbit ears,” and then she tells me again she hates to be a bother, but could I find the Game Show Network channel before I leave the room.
I am sure many families sit outside during this spooky season, maybe light a fire, make some smores, and tell those scary ghost stories. Most of us have heard the one about the man with the hook, but not everyone has heard about the woman who visited her daughter for two-weeks, so feel free to add this story to your repertoire. I can’t wait to find the right time to scare my husband with this story.
Disclaimer: No elderly person was harmed in the making of this blog.
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Oh goodness, sounds interesting...I don't how my mom would deal with grandmother staying with her for 2 weeks. Lucky for us she lives about 2 miles from us, so we see her for Sunday family days and mom helps drive her around during the week. My grandma is not as active as your mother though - how old is she? You are very lucky she is in such good health, very lucky. My grandma is 87 and can barely get around with a walker. Her mom, my great grandmother, lived on her own until she was 94 and then lived to be 104!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Grandma tells me "honey I don't wanna live that long...the good Lord should take me sooner". And she laughs!!
Oh and I love the Bridal Quartet (just finished 2nd book). Good luck around Thanksgiving Laurie. Oh and if it makes you feel better, I am having our family friends stay with us (daughter of my godmother who has triple neg. breast cancer, her hubby and 3 KIDS UNDER 6). Shoot me now....
I know from where this blog came, your heart is there but your brain is screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I too love my mom, 2 weeks, NO WAY!
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