Dementia | Love | Aging
The Lady Who is 92: Getting a Haircut and a Real Job
She’s a gem – some days a blue sapphire and other days a shiny pearl, but always a gem
My singing is like talk-singing.
Last Wednesday, at breakfast with my mom, she said she needed a haircut, so I sang, “Get a haircut and get a real job.”
She looked at me like, “What the… ?”
And I sang, “Clean your act up and don’t be a slob.”
Then she actually said, “What the…?”
So I continued, “Get it together like your big brother Bob, get a haircut and get a real job.”
She laughed and asked me, “Wherever did you hear that silly rhyme?”
I told her it was a rock classic.
Breakfast was pancakes with blueberries and bacon. I got gypped since my guide dog Cooper loves bacon and looks longingly at me whenever I have it — it’s tough to resist that look.
Anyway, after breakfast, there’s a six-minute walk and an elevator ride from the dining room back to her suite.
It takes six minutes because her rate of speed is slow.
