I just spent a lovely week with my parents, who drove to Texas from their home 1500 miles away. My father is 75 and can hear about as well as an acorn squash - and that's only if he has both hearing aids in and turned on. My mother is 74 and memory-challenged. I don't know why some young people say they don't know how to talk to elderly people. I found it pretty easy. We just had the same conversation every day for seven days. My dad never heard more than one-third of it, and my mom never remembered it. I felt like I was in the retirement home version of "Groundhog Day."
On top of that, my mother arrived with a new cell phone and a new digital camera. For my technologically impaired parents, this combination of challenges was the equivalent of piloting the space shuttle to Mars while simultaneously performing open heart surgery on conjoined orphaned triplets. I wondered why my mother hadn't answered her phone in the three days they were on the road. It was because she didn't know how to turn it on. I don't know why they have a cell phone. Last month, they used it for a total of THIRTEEN minutes, and I don't even know how that happened. I mean, a blind llama could fall out of the sky, break through their roof, and use the phone to call 911 and a roofing contractor while my mom was still trying to figure out how to plug in the phone charger.
I'm short on time right now, but I have more to tell about their visit. Next entry I'll write about The Piano That Went on Vacation, and How Many Apple Pies Will a 25 Square Foot Freezer Hold?