I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
Well, I’ve made it 84 posts without bringing this up, but I’m afraid my streak is ending.
You know how you avoid mentioning some people in your post, because you don’t want them to recognize themselves, or you just plain don’t want to be one of those people who talks behind others’ backs? Well, those aren’t my reasons for avoiding this topic. I just had a lot of other things to talk about, and now I’m out of ideas.
So, I happen to be very close to an elderly woman. I won’t say what the relationship is, but let’s just call her MILlie. MILlie is the sweetest person in the world, but she’s getting up there in years, and needing a little more help than she used to.
MILlie just moved to the big city to an apartment around the corner from us. After living in a town with two streetlights for 30 years, she is having a hard time finding her way around and negotiating San Antonio traffic. That’s where I come in. Kind of like the slightly less blind leading the blind.
Which is a nice seque into the next paragraph.
For about a year, MILlie has been complaining about her eyeglasses. Finally, I convinced her to visit my own eye doctor, who found her previous prescription to be very wrong, and wrote out a new one for her. This necessitated a visit to the local Eyeglassorama Extraordinaire, who promised her not one, but two new pairs in two weeks. MILlie was delighted at this guarantee of improved sight, and declared she would be throwing those Horrible Old Glasses away as soon as the new ones arrived.
I dutifully took MILlie to the discount people two weeks later, and they patiently fitted her eyeglasses. Afterwards, we went to lunch and celebrated her amazing super-duper vision.
I think you can see where this is going. Pun intended. Since this whole post is in bad taste anyway, I don’t see the problem in sticking a few puns in here and there.
So, a few weeks later, you can imagine my consternation when MILlie appeared to have begun wearing the Horrible Old Glasses again. After some quizzing from me, she admitted that the new ones just didn’t seem right.
Back to Eyeglassorama Extraordinaire we went, and a very nice man tolerantly attempted to get down to the problem MILlie had with her glasses. After determining one pair hadn’t gotten the right lens prescription and the other one needed some frame adjusting, he took them both to send out for repairs.
When they finally came in again, Cap’n Firepants took MILlie to pick them up, presumably going through the same fitting song and dance that had already happened twice now.
MILlie declared herself satisfied.
Today, I took MILlie for her first haircut in the big city. She had been unhappy with her hair for at least a year, and had taken to wearing thin pink plastic headbands in it to keep it out of her face, making her look slightly deranged. It took about 30 minutes for her to negotiate with the stylist about her cut. When a suitable one seemed to be agreed upon, the shearing ensued.
I could not believe the difference. After the cut, MILlie looked at least 10 years younger. I enthusiastically thanked her stylist, and took a bunch of phone photos of MILlie Minus the Headband. We went to lunch and celebrated her new gift of an updated do.
MILlie declared herself satisfied.
Halfway through lunch, I noticed her glasses. Her old pair. The pair she had cursed up and down and wanted to throw out the car window while the car was moving. I had been so focused on her hairstyle, I hadn’t paid attention until then to the glasses she had replaced on her nose after the cut and style. They were curiously slanted on one side farther from her face, but they were definitely the old pair.
When I asked her about it, she said she was still trying to get used to the new ones.
Kind of hard to do if you aren’t wearing them.
MILlie is coming to dinner tonight. If she doesn’t have either the old pair of glasses or the pink headband on, I will delete this post.
If it’s still here tomorrow, well, then, I think it’s safe to assume that MILlie was not satisfied.
Posted on October 23, 2011, in Aging, Family, Humor, Relationships and tagged elderly, eyeglasses, frustration, hair, humor, MILlie, style. Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.
Uh oh, even I could tell this was your mom. Am I in trouble?
Ah ha! Not my mom! Nice try! What are you trying to say – that I look like the gal in the pic?
Uhm, are you the designated primary caretaker? If you’re not, then you’re such a nice person, helping a person in need.
Greetings from California.
Greetings California Resident!
I’m not the designated primary caretaker. I was nice, but I think I crossed that line today when I blogged my rant.
Wishing I was in California…
I saw that photograph, and though “yarrrrrr!”
We are currently running around on a zillion errands for a sweet old lady dear to us, who may or may not be a blood relation, and I fully appreciate the level of patience required. Recently, my momma took her shopping for new bras: if I could blog about it, believe me that I would.
OMG. Bra shopping would definitely be an adventure with MILlie. Too bad you can’t blog about your mom’s experience with your sweet old lady. Bet that would make for an entertaining post…
Poor Millie I hope she doesnt read this with her nee glasses LoL
Us old’ns yer know. we like to keep hold of the old bits and bobs, just in case…
Milli has worn those glasses for so long that they are part of her..given time I am sure that she will soon be wearing her new, better, see-through glasses.
Bless her.. I know exactly how she feels. I had the same dilema with my teeth..and I still prefer the old ones
Yes, she is quite attached to her bits and bobs. We’re trying to avoid having her appear on an episode of Hoarders.
We’ll all be there someday. Well maybe, there is one other option. Glad you have the patience and take the time.
Yes, I do keep telling myself that I will be there. And probably a lot sooner than MILlie the way things are going.
hey what ya gonna do, right? just love her anyway and hide the old pair.
My thoughts exactly…
I think we all know someone like that! Great post!
Oh the haircut!! I was wondering how it turned out. I am so behind on all my blogs- so you may see some more comments. 😉
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