blessed are the easily amused

Friday, October 01, 2004

and then there was this other time

I was looking after an old guy who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's. It manifested itself in arguments with plants or plaintive discussions with empty chairs. I had to stay there for a couple of days and nights, because his wife (a lovely and well-preserved 50-yr-old) needed a little break. After she belted back a scotch and peeled out of the driveway, Gordon and I set about getting to know each other. He would frequently mistake me for his wife at varying stages in their history together - once chasing me around the house in boxers and a tie, calling out 'Sweetheart!' I made frequent trips out the squeaky patio door to smoke and shake my head. Hourly squeaking and smoking.

Needless to say, my expectations of coherence on his part were pretty low. I began to go with the nonsensical flow (stopping short of entering his ardent embrace). I figured, why jar him out of whatever reality he's visiting at this moment? It will only cause him distress. That's why I didn't say anything when he joined me out on the patio with a can of furniture polish and got down on his knees.

"I'm gonna fix it," he said.

"Sure, that's fine," I said.

He started spraying furniture polish on the patio door track. It seemed harmless enough. I finished my smoke. We were both content for the moment.

Then I went back into the house and closed the door squeaklessly behind me.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I get it - I actually get it! That tale was sad but beautiful, sympathetic but not heavy-handed. OMG! I'm already raving about your Great Canadian Novel and it hasn't been written yet! Or has it just begun......
T.

Fri Oct 01, 12:15:00 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Would you just hurry up and write and be famous so that I can say "I used to play music with her."

Fri Oct 01, 12:17:00 PM

 
Blogger Huckleberry Finnegan said...

I think Gordon was fakin' it.

Fri Oct 01, 03:09:00 PM

 
Blogger odd_child said...

I would fake it. I will fake it when I'm that...

no, just kidding, that's just me being a young healthy asshole.

Fri Oct 01, 03:49:00 PM

 
Blogger :: c :: said...

You should seriously write a book. Hunker down. Don't think, just write. Finish it, bury it in the ground, walk away twenty paces, wait 50 years, dig it up and teach the world to SING!

Fri Oct 01, 06:08:00 PM

 
Blogger green said...

hi lisa, that was a nice story.

Sun Oct 03, 02:55:00 PM

 

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