HMMMMM

We live in a constant world of trying to figure out...what to do...what to do....what to do....

Mike was on vacation last week so he took over the care of Ruth...what a fun vacation ....She ran him ragged..."we need beer"..."we need more beer"..."bring us beer"...After 3 cases(that's 24 each case) of beer in 4 days he finally had had enough and told her he wasn't bringing any more when she called on Saturday...no worries, she called again on Sunday like he had never said a word about bringing no more. He didn't bite...he didn't take it. Somehow, she got her beer so she stopped calling.


One of the sad things about the situation is that he thought he had made her understand her situation(silly boy) on one of his many beer and cigarette runs last week. She told him she wanted him to handle all her finances and she would do whatever he told her. She just didn't want the girls involved( not quite sure who that means..could be Cindy..could be Claire..could be Cindy, Cindy...could be Teresa...could be Terry...heck, it could even be Cindy, Linda , and the Tall Girl) Any how, Mike thought he had made progress UNTIL she called him less than 24 hours after his last delivery of 24 beers and said she needed more. He told her that he had just explained to her that she couldn't keep doing this and it was all down hill from there..."You have no right telling me what I can do, it is none of your business.I can do whatever I want. I have plenty of money..etc" Oh well , welcome to our world my love....


Monday morning Mike called Ruth to let her know that I was looking at a house with Heather and then I would come and take her to the store. She said that was so sweet but that she had handled it and that her daughter would be off tomorrow and was coming up....HUH?!?!?!...C C's coming up on Tuesday..I don't think so...Called C C...she's not coming up , she is working, she's already explained that to Ruth..probably about 10 times if I was guessing...


Monday night...she neeeeeeedddddsssss beer.


At 4 on Tuesday I finally get my call...."Hi honey, it's Ruth. We've taken up a collection and need someone to pick us up some beer. Could you possibly help us out?"....
"I will be over in a bit but don't you need to go to the grocery store..."
"Oh no, I went on that bus...that will never happen again...it was awful...we just need beer"...
"O K, what do you want me to get and do you need anything else?" ...
"You are so sweet...a 12 pk of Bud..."


So, once again, I am off to do the very thing that we have put our foot down and said we would NOT do anymore...off for more beer( I'll at least pick up her forgotten eyedrops and tic tacs so that I can say it wasn't just for beer)


I talk to Carla to find out if she knows if Ruth bought beer this morning...she says that she did buy a case of beer and a carton of cigarettes....YIKES...


She is sooo happy to see me( and her beer)..she can't believe I brought her eyedrops....there is not one beer in her fridge.


She is more pleasant than normal today...she doesn't seem tipsy...she wants to go down to eat...the food is lousy but the dessert is good...she is very polite to the server...she is very sweet to me...she is loopier than ever but she is pretty calm .


Jack ( who I think is one of the main beer and cig culprits) asks her if I am her daughter...she actually turns around and says,"No this is my daughter in law, she is married to my son Michael." ...I look around for Christ as I am sure it must be time for the Second Coming ...She has NEVER said I was her daughter in law....On one hand she seems to be more coherent and on 10 other hands she seems more confused...honestly, we just can't keep up...


Here's what I know...she thinks she is some young woman who is entertaining the young men at the apartment...she said they are all about 30( the men who live at the retirement home)...I just nod...She can not be controlled as she believes she is totally well and has plenty of money. She thinks everyone there just' loves ' her. I am so sad as I see how the people really look at her when she walks by. While she thinks she is some kind of social director, others see her as the town drunk. I simply do not know what to do. Today, she told me that she does not consider beer to be alcohol and that it doesn't affect her(tell that to the paramedics who had to pick her drunk fanny up off the floor)...She says she can take or leave it.....

I just want her to be happy.


Lindsey called today as I was on my way for another beer run(can anyone explain how it happened that the Mormon Mom is buying case after case of beer and carton after carton of cigarettes).She laughed and asked if I was the good parent who was buying beer for the kids...that is exactly how I feel, like the good(lousy) parent who is supplying my kids with alcohol....


We are probably not even to the bad days yet....as C C says.."Jesus Take The Wheel"...cause these mere mortals sure can't figure out what to do....