November 09, 2003
That's my bald-headed, 72 year-old mama.
I took the boys over to visit today and I brought a bucket of fried chicken and fixings with me. We ate on the back porch, then the boys ran off to play on the monkeybars over at Hesse Elementary School. Monkeybars are PERFECT for those two monkeys, so I let them run wild. Mom and I talked for a while.
She's doing well with the chemo and the doctors are optomistic about her prognosis. She's come a long way from some quack telling her to make hospice arrangements six months ago. My mama is tough.
I told her today that she looks just like Papaw with that bald head. She laughed and said, "That's exactly what I thought when I looked in the mirror! I look just like my daddy!" Those treatments are not easy, but they seem to be doing what they are supposed to do and Mom can still laugh about it.
My 92 year-old grandmother came over from next door and joined the conversation. My grandmother is old and frail, but she's still sharp as a tack upstairs. She and Mom started telling me Old Widow-Woman stories, one of which is going into my novel.
My grandmother went outside one day and found a dead cat in her back yard. It was lying there in the grass with it's eyes half-open while flies buzzed around it. Mommie called my mother to come over with a shovel and bury that cat.
Mom came over, dug a hole, and tried to scoop the cat up off the ground with the shovel. When she did, the cat sat up and screeched.
That scared the shit out of both women, and my grandmother screamed, "Kill it! Kill it!" My mama beat the shit out of that cat with the shovel. The cat finally stopped screeching. Then, they stood there together and wondered... what did we just do?
My grandmother finally broke the stunned silence by saying, "Well, it's a dead cat now, for sure. Go ahead and put it in that hole and cover it up. I think it was sick anyway."
PETA and cat-lovers might not appreciate that story, but I almost fell out of my chair laughing about it.
I'll never play dead in their yards.
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