Memory Lane

Bev was released from the hospital yesterday, and is back at the assisted living place. She had become more and more forgetful in the hospital - not even remembering visits or conversations that occurred minutes prior. Which was particularly frustrating when conversations came in the form of telephone calls to our house during the wee hours of the morning. We hope that the familiar surroundings of her room at the assisted living place will jog Bev's memory a little bit, because it is definitely odd to hear her ask why you didn't come to see her, when you were just there an hour ago.

On Saturday, Jim and I were at the hospital when a female chaplain wandered into Bev's room to discuss Easter Sunday and hand out some puzzles & reading material. Bev either had no idea that this person in the white lab coat was affiliated with any religious establishment, or she simply did not care. Bev blurted out how much her "God damn" back was hurting, and that seemed to shock the chaplain. In fact, after Bev's first swearing tirade, the clergy-woman, with her mouth wide open, asked, "What did you just say?" Bev continued to utter profanity and the obviously offended chaplain made a hasty retreat out of the hospital room without looking back!

By the way, I hope everyone had a nice Easter. Twenty-seven of us had quite a feast at Nancy's house, including a birthday cake for 7-year-old Abey, who is in town from Delaware for the week. I will have stories and pictures of all of our adventures with the visiting Delawareans in an upcoming post.