COMING TOGETHER --68

It is Monday afternoon. I don't work today, so I bought a couple of videos to watch. We did and then Mom wanted steak so I went for Steak and Shake. I wonder if all this meat is helping or not, but she eats all of it. I had a big chicken salad, a lot of food for me.

Now we are spending the afternoon doing a certain amount of nothing. It is warm and windy outside with predictions of storms and hail. Both of us have slept this afternoon.

Mom panicked, injecting fear into her mind more and more. She was getting out of control, even putting blankets in the bathroom. She tried to tell me that one bathroom was safer than the other in case of a tornado. I got mad at her, telling her if a tornado hit I was taking her out of the apartment. It didn't matter about any bathroom, we would leave. She got confronted by that. I think she hated me for that. I was disgusted with her and these infantile fears she manufactures.

Then she started watching the weather on the tv, over and over, until her level of fear disgusted me. I went into her tv room to get a book I had been reading to her. She thought I was going to read to her, so I refused to read to her unless she turned off the tv.

She did that. So I read, and by the time I finished she had forgotten about the storms outside. The book was about WWII and a fictional female character who becomes a spy, so I think it enabled her to escape the present weather and live in the past, which she likes. She really likes England.

Then, when I stopped reading she had forgotten any weather. I checked the Ranger score, then we watched a special on tv about Mel Brooks. She didn't really laugh, even though Mel was funny. I think she was too full of water and dinner to really laugh but I knew she was no longer scared of the weather.

Now Mom is watching a tv special about the early days of television and comediennes. She is now laughing at Carol Burnett and Lucille Ball. It is nearly 10pm, time for Mom to slosh her way to bed.