So if we continue my desert analogy (or is it a metaphor? or is it a simile? I think it's analogy and if it's not just go with it)... If we were on our desert drive, today would be one of those days when spotting roadkill seems exciting. It's been a slow one.
I can tell you that she's definitely found her voice. She talks a lot about a lot. Sometimes it's just small talk about my summer plans and then sometimes it's a conversation about Polish cuisine. You know. Just normal everyday conversation? And if she's not keeping us abreast of her knowledge of international cuisine, she's making sure to crack jokes at various audience member's expense. She also has a new manicure. She is now rocking "quartz" by Chanel. And owning it. Natch.
The piece that I haven't shared with you because it may be slightly concerning is that she's still a bit confused. She knows she was/is a school psychologist, she knows who has had babies recently, she knows how long she's been married, but for some reason she's convinced she lives in Cincinnati. She's mentioned it several times. Of course there are a bundle of half-baked theories as to why. Shocking. Things like she's been in the hospital a while, or perhaps it's her medication, or frankly it's just a crossed wire at the moment. Basically no one knows, but also no one seems all that concerned. I mean, we are, but that's because we're a bunch of overly-anxious and possibly over-caffeinated family members.
Lastly, her swallowing isn't up to snuff yet and she's pissed because she wants water. I believe "there's a whole damn lake out there and I can't have any water" is how she explained her frustration to Dee. They're going to test again on Friday or Monday by taking an xray and hopefully after that she can have a lake-sponsored glass of water.
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