Moms Saturday seemed to go well enough. She said Mr. Carpenter and his mom ate lunch with her. I got there while she was eating supper, and told her I'd see her in the room. She had BBQ and baked beans, but didn't eat it all because she wasn't hungry.
When she told me that when she got to the room I told her I guessed that meant she didn't want the apple turnover I'd brought. "That's different" she said. I ignored it a while but she brought it up again so I gave it to her.
She got a lot of it all over her pants but she puttered over and cleaned it off perfectly before I could do so."Ruth thinks you're real nice" she said. I told her I really had her fooled.
She said thinks Terry is coming over Sunday. "Throw the old dog a bone" she said, laughing, glad for the anticipated visit.
Pat sent a photo of Brewer's birthday cake because mom said she wanted to see it so I showed her that. Pat said she had called mom earlier and woke her up. She said she was confused and frustrated. She called back while I was there.
She said the top she had on was real loud. She was concerned someone would look in the window and see her. I told her it would be in the paper tomorrow probably: "Loud top seen on retired woman through the window." She said she wanted to get a hen and a rooster to put in the dog pen when she gets home. I told her if I went outside in the morning and saw them in there I'd know she was back.
Sunday was totally different. It started out similar, with her still eating when I got there. I didn't stop in so as not to interrupt her and give her an excuse to stop. When she came into the room she stopped at the door.
"You're lucky to have a momma today, Greg" she said, loudly and with force. I knew the jig was up.
I asked her why. She said "because I could have went out the door and left." She claimed to have slept in her chair all night, that no one had looked in on her at all or thrown a blanket over her, and she was wearing, she said, the same clothes as Sunday. I told her it was still Monday. She disagreed, said she had a hamburger for breakfast and didn't know why they singled her out to treat her that way.
It was a disturbing pity party that I didn't get an invitation to and was glad to depart immediately. But I stayed. She stayed in the doorway and kept lambasting the place. I felt helpless as what to say. I knew the old standbys to change the subject, like how was your day, did you see anyone today, were not going to work.
Then I remembered she had said Terry was coming today so I asked her if she had seen her. She brightened up and said she and Mandy came by at lunch and stayed a while. That got her in a little better mood. She signed Vance and Brewers birthday cards. I wasn't going to bring them up at first. I finally asked her, I said I know you're in a bad mood but I have these cards to you want to do them now or have me bring them back? They were already late so I'm glad she did them. She said she couldn't see what she was doing though.
I left about 640. I told her to have a good night. "Good night? I just got up."
