Friday, August 22, 2008

Twenty questions



My days are peppered with a list of inevitable questions. I have learned to cut to the chase and provide a well established, standard answer. I am working on my tone, to keep it fresh. As my anticipation improves, so does my patience.

“You don’t ave many butterflies do you?”
“They’re mainly in the front garden. Do you remember the Monarch Butterfly that we saw?”

“Are you going to pick some tomatoes today?”
“Yes, in a bit.”

“Do you make bread every day?”
“Yes.”
“Who eats it all?”
“All of us.”

“Where are all the children?”
“In the family room.”
“Where?”
“Just there.”

“May I just have a little coffee / snack / drink / glass of water please?”
“Sure, just a sec, just let me dry my hands.”

“Do dey have therapy today?”
“Yes.”
“Again?”
“Yes.”
“When will all this therapy end then?”
“I’m sure I have no idea.”

“You have an awful lot of huge black bumblebees don’t you?”
“I know!”

“My blood sugar is high again. I don’t know why?”
“But your blood pressure is good again today.”

“Did you know that there are four gallons of milk in the fridge?”
“Yes.”
“Who drinks it all?”
“All of us.”

“Ave you seen my glasses / pills / hanky / sunglasses / bag / cardi?”
“Just a sec I’ll go and look to see if it’s in your room if that’s o.k.?”
“It’s not in there, I’ve already looked.”
“I’ll double check for you.”

“I haven’t seen Gene for ages. Doesn’t he come over any more?”
“He’s here every day.”

“I do miss fruit. Why does nobody eat fruit?”
“It’s over here, in the fridge, here, left had side, marked ‘fruit,’ with a picture of a banana.”

“Why do you think it is?”
“Genetics.”
“They are such lovely children. What a pity.”
“They’ll be just fine, don’t worry.”

“Where did all those tomatoes come from?”
“They grow on the side yard.”

“Where is Unis? I’ve not seen him for days.”
“He hunts all night and sleeps all day.”
“Where?”
“All over.”


“Where is the BBC?”
“Take a seat, I’ll turn it on, cuppa in a min.”


“Isn’t he home for supper tonight?”
“He tries to get home when you’re here, but he’s rarely home much before 10.”


“What is it?”
“?”

No, I still can’t answer that one, no matter which generation asks.



I honestly thought that I would not be able to do this, but I can, it’s easy once you get the hang of it, just like everything else.

There could be many motivations to write this. Those who "know me," also know that there have been many repetitions in my life over the last decade. I do not mock, merely tease, gently I hope, as I learn and share. Whilst I’d like to lay claim to saintliness, it is always my nature to be annoyed. Little things will always be an irritation, but I need to remember their littleness.


My own short term memory is also weak, vaguely suspect. Now I find I have a whole new way to tell the time without a watch. I expect than in future years I will have my own list of questions. I do so that hope there will be someone around for me to annoy.

4 comments:

Osh said...

Maddy, I just think you are the cat's meow!

Trixie said...

Sweetie, I'm sure there will be someone for you to annoy when you are old and grey. What comes around, goes around!

The Anti-Wife said...

You are far more patient than I. Bless you!

Empress Bee (of the High Sea) said...

wow, how many blogs do you HAVE girl??? i am seriously impressed!

smiles, bee
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