aftermath, age, &etc.
Nov. 22nd, 2001 05:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantc's grandpa wears a pendleton hat. sometimes he calls it his templeton hat when he gets confused. he talks about The Itch. about a woman at the care facility who hums nonstop. about how another woman puts empty plates on top of all her food. he pronounces the names on the wine bottles with care. at some point he breaks out in german folksongs. when he doesn't understand what other people are saying he gives out a long general undertoned sighing wow.
her grandmother cannot hear a thing and is wheelchair bound. she liked the brussel sprouts. over and over again she spooned them onto her plate mechanically. aunt laura (who i despise) kept motioning to her linen napkin saying in a mean voice, hey, aren't you going to use your napkin? she shook her head no when she finally understood. she demanded to use the bathroom and protested nononono from the other room when they told her quietly that she had to use the basin. their bathroom is too small.
i think i would like to die younger than that. no neurologic disorders. no painful slowing. no catheters, no heart ports. no track scars up and down the arms. not the endless belittling of younger family members. c seems to shrug it off, mostly. the old folk were shuffled off early so the triplets could go ice-skating. they have to leave by four-thirty, c said insistently while beating me at pool, earlier. otherwise we'll miss skating.
heaven forbid we spend any time with the relations, i muttered. she just sunk her 9 and grinned at me no, i just love to skate.
her grandmother cannot hear a thing and is wheelchair bound. she liked the brussel sprouts. over and over again she spooned them onto her plate mechanically. aunt laura (who i despise) kept motioning to her linen napkin saying in a mean voice, hey, aren't you going to use your napkin? she shook her head no when she finally understood. she demanded to use the bathroom and protested nononono from the other room when they told her quietly that she had to use the basin. their bathroom is too small.
i think i would like to die younger than that. no neurologic disorders. no painful slowing. no catheters, no heart ports. no track scars up and down the arms. not the endless belittling of younger family members. c seems to shrug it off, mostly. the old folk were shuffled off early so the triplets could go ice-skating. they have to leave by four-thirty, c said insistently while beating me at pool, earlier. otherwise we'll miss skating.
heaven forbid we spend any time with the relations, i muttered. she just sunk her 9 and grinned at me no, i just love to skate.
