Recently in Life Category

A woman walked into an office. She had suffered an acute cerebrovascular attack, or stroke, and speaks and walks with great difficulty. She had to be helped to her car and over the threshold of the office entrance. When everyone wondered how she got to the office, there was her husband.

Her husband was a tall man--a little hunched over but definitely commanding in his seat. He walks with a severe limp of unknown origin. He could not see much of anything in front of him even with glasses. And he could not remember a phone call from 15 minutes ago.

And he drove her to the office.

Her hematoma was a sure sign she had fallen recently. This time she took him down with her.

It is sad that couples like them don't receive much help. Scarier, they are out driving.

INCIDENT: Yesterday morning I found her dead in the toilet in our guest bathroom. By the time I fished her out with chopsticks, rigor mortis had set in. The apparent cause of death was drowning. And I hoped  she didn't struggle too much. At least, she seemed to have enjoyed her stay with us.

In the third drawer down, there was a comfortable bed. Our handmade, clay gravy boat had tips of cotton swaps, countless pieces of my #10 envelopes and unidentifiable materials she gathered from around the house. I would rather have given her a couple of #10 envelopes. Dozens of my #10 envelopes are now missing corners.

She had ration, several pieces of dry dog food next to her bed. She had water.... I hope she slipped and fell. I'd hate to think that dire thirst made her take the plunge.

LESSON: To one living being, #10 envelopes are for mailing. To another, they make a very comfortable bed.