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Monthly Archives: September 2013
The House on a Rising Hill (by the Cheap cook and Bottlewasher*)
‘Hey, bro, what’s up?’ I said to the life of the party. ‘Yeah, just minglin, eh. Enjoyin’ the party. Lots of cool dudes here, eh!’ I nodded in agreement, knowing fine well that ‘cool’ was the adjective he was saying … Continue reading
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Chipped China
“You live here more than me now.” Dad says when I warn him about more change. “I’m just existing.” I pack away Grandma’s Toby mugs and china figurines and store them in the basement for Kristin to go through later. … Continue reading
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Tagged Aging in Place, Alzheimer's disease, Death, Dementia, Family, Home, Ink Spots, Limoges, Pawnshop Diamond, portrait of a morbid optimist, Salvation Army
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Penny Pincher
“I used to call him Penny Pincher.” Says Dad, after reading Pat’s letter. Another old friend died. Dad met Roy in Grade 9 at Central Junior High in 1946. The needling nickname is a clear indicator of Dad’s deep fondness … Continue reading
Master San-Di (by Nicol Drysdale)
“… Nicol… is decades older than me..!!” BOLLOCKS !! For gawds sake, Katie! How could you be so misleading to your impressionable readers with my introduction! If I didn’t know you were such a devotee of Vipassana – following a … Continue reading
Dr. Drysdale
“Good evening Dr. Drysdale.” Says Dad from bed as Nicol, friend and caregiver, checks his evening meds. Nicol first came to the farm when I was in college. Kristin had moved back from Alberta with her family and she met … Continue reading
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Bullshit Artist
“Alice called.” Dad says as soon as I come in the door from the mainland. “She saw Rita Mary Haffie at the hospital.” “She asked Alice to tell me that she should have married me.” He says. “I should have … Continue reading
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Final Sandy Blog (by Andrea Wiebe)
“Do I still have blood?” He asks on our way to the Monday blood test. “Only one way to find out.” I reply. Sandy returns to the car fifteen minutes later with a story. Louise, the hospital cafeteria woman, adopted … Continue reading
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Portrait of a Morbid Optimist 