When the going gets tough, sometimes I become a zombie

DATELINE: November 4, 2020; Lady Proverbs, somewhere on the Oregon Coast.

Yeah, I’m tough Oregon stock. Pull your damn socks up kind of raising by parents who went through the Great Depression of the 20s and 30s, and WWII. But dropping Dementia Mom at memory care is fucking rough. When someone doesn’t really know they are not always fully in this world, but in an alternative universe where things are happening that are more real to them then real reality is to us.

We don’t love her anymore, she says. She’ll find someone who she can live with that isn’t her own kids. Crap. When she’s not in a crazy moment she says we’re the best kids anyone could ever had. Hard to flip from Christ-child to the devil incarnate over night.

Put a cherry on top of waiting for election results. But compared with others, I know I’m just being a complaining bitch. Sorry. I’ll shut up now and just be a zombie for a while.

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