Thursday, February 16, 2012

Talk, talk, talk, talk

Stella, Alice, Gretchen, June, Sylvia, Nona, Maxine, Margarette, Rena, Patricia, Evelyn

[Sidenote: A little Q and A to get to know eachother a bit, asking questions that triggered the residents to pull their answers from their memories, without stressing them out. A huge success,cannot wait for part 2 next week.]

What is your favorite food?
I like all of it. I don’t know,. The most important thing would be bread. Different kinds of bread. It seems to be the basis of things. You start with the bread and you build on it.  Anything that comes along. Ham sandwiches. Oh yes. Ham sandwiches.

What is the best thing that could happen to somebody?
Maybe somebody giving them a million dollars. I think of children more than anything else. It’s wonderful.  Getting life established in religion, being stabilized like that. I just do what I can do. I like to be in the center of the group and dodge them. Oh yeah!!

What is the worst thing that could happen to somebody?
 It’s too dark, in the middle of tragic.  Death to a loved one that is unprepared to go meet their master.  It might not be the worst for them, but it would be the worst thing for those giving up that person who is not prepared for a future in the other world.  Death.  Dodgeball.  I’m sorry.  They die.  Unprepared.  

What does it mean to be a parent?
I don’t know, I didn’t try at all. Well, that’s what it is. Being a good mom.  Being good to yourself, knowing yourself and knowing your ability to be a parent. Doing things to make other people happy. I think it’s fabulous. Even though sometimes people get angry, they come back. I don’t know, I just go with the flow. Right now I’m taking care of a man’s child because his wife died a week ago. I don’t mind, because I don’t do much. I don’t want him to come back. It is nice.  It’s not long.  Now he has asked a group of… I think it is ten.  He wants to bring these guys to my house.  I said no.  I don’t want six of them in my house.  Divide myself to see what is important to me.  Respect and cooperation is more and get you closer to your kids and to you.  Live so that they think it’s a good life.  I think it’s a person children learn to love and respect.

If you had to choose one word to describe yourself, what would it be?
Crybaby.  Dumbbell.  Kitten.  Oh my God, heaven help you.  Diva.  My parking days are over.  My sparkling lights are out.  Conscientious.  Outgoing.  Fully and busy, but leveled.  I have a beautiful family and a great time.  

If you could be any animal, what would you be?
Hamburger!!  Dodgeball.  Dog.  They are friendly, loving, I just love them all my life.  Deer, because everybody likes them.  I don’t know, since I won’t have the chance to be, if I could look into the future.  I want to be something useful to people, maybe a horse.  They get some rough treatment sometimes.  The disposition of the person who owned would make a big difference in the life you live.  A dog is the only thing I can think about, to help people.  Safety.  Do a few things for them.  I have two, what do you call them, I don’t have the vaguest idea.  A bird, because someone wouldn’t bother me all the time.  You can train birds to do things.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

A Cat and a Fish

by: Ken, Gretchen, Stella, Alice, Maxine, Margaret, Evelyn

I didn’t see the baby. That’s a little girl. Thinking of somebody else. I see the things on there, three things, that’s right. The cat wants to eat the fish. The baby will say, “weeeeee”! A bird in a cage. I don’t see a bird. A piece of weed. The cat is just sitting there looking. He’s thinking, “Jump out!” If it jumps out, then the cat can eat it. It looks like a boy, Glenn. That’s the one that likes to get into trouble. He did. He’s past that. I bet when he got a little older, maybe two or three days, he will stick his head in, pull the fish out on the floor, cry, and kick the cat. That one is right behind the other one. That cat’s just sitting there looking.

When Glenn kicks the cat, the cat says in his own mind, “Here we go again.” I would say, “I told him so.” Certainly all those years, they happened. He did alright. He’s doing great now. If he had broken the bowl, he would have just stood there and cried. Then he would go and say, “Mom!” The cat, when the splash, would be afraid and run away. He would come back for the fish. I don’t know if he would go around and around like he was doing before. They are probably just doing fine. The fish is old. People, when one fish dies, they wait two weeks and get another fish.

Glenn is married and has children and he is doing their things. No one has a cat any more. I never did like animals. No dogs. We had dogs, not any more, I don’t anyway. My kids didn’t like it. “You’re too mean!”

There probably are adults watching to see what is happening. I would get the fish up, back in the bowl, and get some water in it. The baby didn’t know the difference, did it in the water is what it was. I saw this yesterday, cute little baby. What could you say about inside. It won’t work too well. Probably they will get rid of the cat.

That would never happen, because babies don’t know much about it. The adults would give him a whipping, Glenn would go crying if I whipped him hard enough. That’s not a very good thing for a baby to play with in the first place, because cats scratch. They will do things differently. Oh my goodness, I loved the cats, and then I finally gave them all to my boys, gave them up. They love them. They still have them. The little blind cat.