Juanita’s in turmoil
Gomez came by looking for N to walk the dogs and I put my shoe on and attempted to walk with him to the Magnolia Bridge. I was hobbling behind him and it felt like he was walking so fast I was thinking about my mother’s slowing down so much lately – and what R had said the other night that when she had come by to visit and I was on the porch with both feet bandaged and my mom came by and she had to help her up on the porch that she was worried about leaving us both there because neither of us were too swift on our feet.
L said that Juanita is in turmoil and I said that is a chapter heading if I ever heard one. Some rigamarole with J’s helper/sitter wanting to break free from the cloying clutch of the apartment’s atmosphere and J saying she wants her gone anyway because she is an overuser of paper products.
I told L that G and I were talking about the whole hoarding phenomenon that has swept our mother’s life – the stocking of the fridge and pantry till things leaped out everytime you opened the door. He said J’s housesitter did that too. So apparently she’s creating some of that cloy.