Like a Fart in a Frying Pan

I care for a priceless lady who is pleasantly demented. Her mobility has decreased significantly. She marvels that she wants to get up and move but her knees just sit there and do nothing. She stares at and then smacks them and says, “Come on knees!” The way she does that, I keep expecting themContinue reading “Like a Fart in a Frying Pan”

From Sigh to Thanks to Snore

I lay awake at 2.36 a.m. and got to thinking that time spent marveling is better than time spent sighing. I yawned luxuriously, and it struck me, slowly, sleepily, that I was grateful for my mouth – for my upper and lower lip, my upper and lower jaw, my 27 teeth (sans wisdom teeth andContinue reading “From Sigh to Thanks to Snore”