Life at the Funny Farm

It is 10:30 or so Monday morning. I didn't go to bed until around 5 this morning, and I had to get up at 8:30 because the cleaning lady comes today. Life is good when you can have a cleaning lady.

So, she is cleaning up my bathroom and I go in there to brush my teeth and, lo and behold she is cleaning my hairbrush with a toothbrush, lol. I am not sure where that toothbrush has been because it is in her cleaning supplies. But she is so proud of herself that I thank her and quickly leave, chuckling.

Into the kitchen from which Aud is coming down the hall with an empty bottle of Windex. Will I please take this out and put it in the blue box because today is trash day and it hasn't been picked up yet. Ok.

I do that, come back into the kitchen and ask Aud if she has written this on the grocery list. Of course not. She starts to write it on there and giggles. What are you giggling at? Look what I have written on here....what...."Poot"....my dear sweet soon to be 92 year old mother has written POOT on the grocery list! I have to laugh. She has no idea when she wrote it on there, but she did.

Ok, a nice laugh and we are having some cereal and reading the paper and Aud says, do you think our grandkids know whether we are alive or dead? We haven't heard from them in quite a while. The story behind that comment is we moved up here for several reasons. The main one being so they can keep an eye on us and help us if we get ill or whatever. Hah! They are both so busy they don't have time to think, much less worry about two little old ladies. So we decide maybe I better email them and tell them we are going to give their phone numbers to our neighbors in case they smell something funny one of these days they will know who to get in touch with, lol.

I bought Aud a yard blower that runs on batteries because she is obsessed with keeping the back porch and front walk clear of leaves etc. As I am being lazy and drinking my coffee and boring anyone who reads this, she is outside blowing off the porch with the blower. Of course the battery is dead. I know how she does things, so when I bought this for her I got an extra battery. Sure enough, in she comes and I have to change the battery for her and off she goes again.

I can see her from the window. Now she has sprayed the whole porch with water and is brooming it off. Why aren't I out there helping her? Hah! I don't want to encourage her. She might end up wanting to wash the windows, and I have to conserve my strength because this evening a young man is coming to help me start getting the flower beds ready for winter. I want to get them cleaned up some. I need to take a picture of my impatiens and caladiums in the front yard. They are huge!

When she finishes this she will disappear into her bedroom because by then the cleaning lady will have finished her area, and I won't see her again until nightfall. She will be zonked out from working so hard.

Don't feel sorry for her, it is activity like this that keeps her young and gives her the strength of will to stay alive. She is a jewel and I love her dearly even if she does write "poot" on the grocery list!

Update: Aud informs me that "poot" means fart, like "old fart", lollol...see why I love her so much?