Spiky Bugger
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BFF is leaving tomorrow morning. She is spending tonight at a hotel near the airport to make things easier for all of us.
At her request, we left her here for about 2.5 hours the other day while we went to the doctor. We received THREE semi-hysterical phone calls and by the time we got back, the Keurig's timer had been reprogrammed and she had made coffee in the jumbo size but had only a normal size cup, so coffee was everywhere. We had shown her how to use it.
The Apple TV (like a Roku) was de-programmed and the television could not receive either streaming OR cable tv shows. We had also shown her how to use this.
She spent the entire week trying to feed me breaded foods.
She asked for a room near the elevator at the hotel. They gave her room 3828. We got off the elevator on the 38th floor and she looked across at the other bank of elevators and saw the "38" and said, "Oh...they DID put me near the elevators!"
I had to help her use her Kindle. I had never before seen a Kindle.
She wants to buy a smart phone, even though she won't use ANY phone features other than the telephone. No texting, no camera, she won't even use the alarm clock. When I told her that she will need to pay for a data plan, she asked what a data plan is.
Her purse is in a constant state of chaos. She spends a SIGNIFICANT amount of time looking for shit in her purse. She told me that she only uses a Visa and an AmEx card. There were AT LEAST 30 credit card sized things floating around in her purse. Along with cash, just randomly thrown in there. She can NEVER find her room key...but, by god, she had the discount card from her local grocery store with her and the gasoline discount card from her local gas station, a mere 1777 miles from here. (She had no car with her. She could have left two dozen cards at home.)
At the spa, I walked into the dressing room and her purse was on a sofa, open, unattended, with HUNDREDS of dollars just kind of sliding out. I told her and she said, "oh...I was keeping an eye on it." Lacking bionic eyes, that was physically impossible.
As I mentioned in another thread, she doesn't know what meds she takes...or what OTHER drugs are contraindicated with her meds.
She walks faster than any other 75-year-old on the planet. But she doesn't know where she is going and has no idea what she is passing along the way...so she Can.Never.Get.Back.
Okay...here's the problem...I'll soon be following in her footsteps. I am sad to think about the fact that, in my circle of friends and relatives, 70 is where fairly rapid decline begins (that's three years from where I am currently standing) and by 80, everyone is in need of supervision.
Yeah...I know...not EVERY 75-year-old is half-way to Fuzzyville. But many, many are.
Boo hoo. I will now resume pouting.
At her request, we left her here for about 2.5 hours the other day while we went to the doctor. We received THREE semi-hysterical phone calls and by the time we got back, the Keurig's timer had been reprogrammed and she had made coffee in the jumbo size but had only a normal size cup, so coffee was everywhere. We had shown her how to use it.
The Apple TV (like a Roku) was de-programmed and the television could not receive either streaming OR cable tv shows. We had also shown her how to use this.
She spent the entire week trying to feed me breaded foods.
She asked for a room near the elevator at the hotel. They gave her room 3828. We got off the elevator on the 38th floor and she looked across at the other bank of elevators and saw the "38" and said, "Oh...they DID put me near the elevators!"
I had to help her use her Kindle. I had never before seen a Kindle.
She wants to buy a smart phone, even though she won't use ANY phone features other than the telephone. No texting, no camera, she won't even use the alarm clock. When I told her that she will need to pay for a data plan, she asked what a data plan is.
Her purse is in a constant state of chaos. She spends a SIGNIFICANT amount of time looking for shit in her purse. She told me that she only uses a Visa and an AmEx card. There were AT LEAST 30 credit card sized things floating around in her purse. Along with cash, just randomly thrown in there. She can NEVER find her room key...but, by god, she had the discount card from her local grocery store with her and the gasoline discount card from her local gas station, a mere 1777 miles from here. (She had no car with her. She could have left two dozen cards at home.)
At the spa, I walked into the dressing room and her purse was on a sofa, open, unattended, with HUNDREDS of dollars just kind of sliding out. I told her and she said, "oh...I was keeping an eye on it." Lacking bionic eyes, that was physically impossible.
As I mentioned in another thread, she doesn't know what meds she takes...or what OTHER drugs are contraindicated with her meds.
She walks faster than any other 75-year-old on the planet. But she doesn't know where she is going and has no idea what she is passing along the way...so she Can.Never.Get.Back.
Okay...here's the problem...I'll soon be following in her footsteps. I am sad to think about the fact that, in my circle of friends and relatives, 70 is where fairly rapid decline begins (that's three years from where I am currently standing) and by 80, everyone is in need of supervision.
Yeah...I know...not EVERY 75-year-old is half-way to Fuzzyville. But many, many are.
Boo hoo. I will now resume pouting.
