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The Thelma Chronicle
Mar. 2nd, 2005 03:47 pmThe moment will forever be contained in a little mental snowglobe.
I was blowing on a slice of crappy Totino's pizza when my mother told me my Grandmother was coming to live with us -
permanently.
I had just turned fifteen and recalled the last time she lived with us. This time she had fallen down in her condo in Arizona, the one decorated heavily with lime greens and butter yellows and had stayed laying prone in the shag carpeting for a couple of days before someone discovered her. No one was really certain of the cause, it could have been a stroke or it could have been scotch. It was probably a little of both.
There were several incidents leading up to the move: she had forgotten important appointments, once she took a tumble on the sidewalk and the one time she insisted on cooking in her Madame Butterfly housecoat and subsequently caught the lengthy diaphanous sleeves on fire.
This apparently was the last straw and like some kind of perverse magic, her new home was now a scant five feet from my room.
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I was blowing on a slice of crappy Totino's pizza when my mother told me my Grandmother was coming to live with us -
permanently.
I had just turned fifteen and recalled the last time she lived with us. This time she had fallen down in her condo in Arizona, the one decorated heavily with lime greens and butter yellows and had stayed laying prone in the shag carpeting for a couple of days before someone discovered her. No one was really certain of the cause, it could have been a stroke or it could have been scotch. It was probably a little of both.
There were several incidents leading up to the move: she had forgotten important appointments, once she took a tumble on the sidewalk and the one time she insisted on cooking in her Madame Butterfly housecoat and subsequently caught the lengthy diaphanous sleeves on fire.
This apparently was the last straw and like some kind of perverse magic, her new home was now a scant five feet from my room.
( Read more... )
