Tag Archives: crazy

Anatomy of an Aunt

I recently committed to visiting my Aunt Betty Lou every other week in her nursing home.  Wait, before you oooh and aaah over how sweet that is, I have an ulterior motive — I always come back with a great story for Crazie Town.  This visit was no exception.

When I arrived I found her in the dining room – by herself – waiting for supper.  It was 3:00 in the afternoon.  I said hello.

“OH!  I’m so glad to see you!”  She smiled and clapped her hands together.

“Me too,” I said.

“Now, remind me who you are again?”  Fortunately the smile remained on her face even after we cleared that up.

It was a beautiful day so I asked if she wanted to go for a walk.

Her eyes got wide and she said, “Are you crazy?”

Once I explained that I’d be doing the walking and that she’d be riding in her wheelchair, she decided it was a splendid idea.  I pushed her through the nearest exit, which sounded the alarm.

She said “Keep moving!”  So I did.

A few years ago, the nursing home installed a gazebo and “pond.”  (Being a farm girl, I have to put that in quotes as a pond is something four times as large, but I digress.)  We rolled out to the gazebo and I set the locks on her wheels.

We sat in silence for several minutes while I struggled to find something to talk about.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” I asked.

“The other day the tree trimmers came.”    (I’ve learned over the years that although we’re having one conversation she reserves the right to switch it to a new subject at any time.)

“Tree trimmers, you say?” I asked politely.

“Yes, they worked all day, cutting down limbs.”  She gazed around at the trees and smiled.  “And then the next morning when I woke up, the nurses had covered me in tree limbs.”

“Uh huh…wait, what did you say?”

“Yep.  Tree limbs.  They thought it would be funny.”

A million thoughts zoomed through my head.  “Would someone really think that would be funny?  Did it actually happen or was she confused?  If it was true, was my aunt some sort of favorite patient that they joked with?”  But she was already on to the next conversation.

“One time at work a woman came in asked for her check.”

Aunt Betty Lou worked for about 100 years at the Topeka City Clerk’s office.  I really had no idea what her job entailed so I answered, “That’s nice.”

She screwed up her face.  “We don’t give people checks at the City Clerk’s office!”

“Oh.  Well, I guess she was in the wrong place then.”

“I told her I didn’t have any check for her and she said I did.  I told her I didn’t and she said if I didn’t give her the check she was going to cut out my gizzard.  Right away my supervisor called the mayor’s office, who sent down his guard.  And then guess what happened?”

“I don’t know, what?”

“Well, all I can say is – she doesn’t have her check, and…”Aunt Betty Lou leaned back in her wheelchair and patted her stomach.  “…and I still have my gizzard.”

Now, I’m no doctor so when I got home I looked up to see where a person’s gizzard is exactly.  Turns out, only birds have gizzards.  Then again, maybe Aunt Betty Lou is part bird and she really did wake up in the tree limbs.

————–

I don’t want to threaten you or anything, but if you don’t give me a subscribe or share, or a “LIKE” I might have to cut out your gizzard.

Oh yeah, thanks for visiting Crazie Town!

Confession #131

Confession #131: I’m an Office Hoarder

I’m an organizational freak.

Wait, that’s not the confession.  Well, at least not Confession #131.

Over the years I’ve been asked by dozens of people to help them pare down and organize their offices, I’ve just never done it for my own.

This weekend I decided it was time to paint my home office and when I was finished dragging everything out of the room, this is what I discovered.

Confession #131:  I’m think I’m an office hoarder.

“How did this happen?” I’ve heard those words so many times from the people I’ve helped and honestly, I always think “It happened because you keep too much crap. Duh!” But here I am in the same boat.

I’m loathe to get rid of a single thing.

Great Aunt Marjorie’s Clock

Here’s an antique clock my great aunt gave to me because I’d always admired it. Unfortunately right before she gave it to me, she had it “fixed” by taking out all it’s original nonworking parts and converting it to battery power. Even though it is worthless, whenever I look at it, it reminds me of Aunt Margie and what she did to make it better for me and it makes me smile.

Hoarding Healing Herbs

These are all my gardening books. They trace the evolution of my thumb from black to green and although I haven’t opened a single one of these books for years, I can’t possibly let them go.

Tourist Trap

I bought this on my visit to South Africa. It was sold as a “Traditional African Headdress” but I thought it looked like a beautiful flower. It’s huge and crazy pink, but how can I give it up?

Reminders

A picture of me in Paris. Postcards from our kids.  A picture of family at a brother’s Broadway opening.   Those I’ll keep for sure.

Gonna do this one day

Took a class one time to learn how to draw.  I’m absolutely terrible at it, but I might magically get better.  You never know when I’ll need these again.

Box O Books

This is just one of the many boxes of books that came out of my office.  Notice “The Art of Mingling.”  One of my daughters gave that to me to help me with all the dreaded Senate receptions.  Unfortunately, it didn’t’ work, but it might one day.  The little framed saying about butterflies is from my Mom’s house.  So tacky, but can’t let it go.

Webster’s Dictionary

I LOVE words.  I actually cried with  happiness when I received this as a gift.  And, even though I have a dictionary app that I use constantly, can’t let a great compilation of words disappear.

The Zen-ness of it all

My yoga mat that I use every morning right before my  half hour of meditation.  Okay, I don’t do either of those things – but as soon as my office gets painted and put back together, I will, I promise.

Poor Buddha – Bad Karama

I couldn’t think of how these guys found their way into my life.  But, then I remembered something from one of my blog post about my Grandmother Nellie.

There he is, next to the dog with the crazy eyes

It’s no secret, there is no love loss between my grandmother and me, so maybe it would be good Karma for me to let these little guys move on.

Whew.  I’m not like all those other hoarders.  I can let things go.

There – see?  I’m not Crazie after all.

————–

Know another Crazie person like me?  Send them this blog and maybe they’ll straighten up.