Saturday, July 30, 2005

OLDER THAN DIRT

Interesting birthday this year. Not only did I get to spend it with my parents, daughters and son-in-law; but my ex and his parents and sister were there. This was just a coincidence as we were all at my daughter's to celebrate her receiving her Master's degree.

While I was opening my gifts, someone asked how old I was (I think it was my younger daughter who will be finding coal in her Christmas stocking this year). Her dad leaned over to his sister, Kris, to urge her to resond to the question with "You're older than dirt."

Side note about Kris. About 15 years ago, she suffered a brain injury and now needs constant care. It is my firm belief that inside her head, she's the same woman and fully knows everything going on around her. There's just a short circuit that prevents her from communicating, among other activities.

Anyway, after my ex urged her to say "Older than dirt", she automatically parroted "Older than dirt" in her painstakingly slow manner.

I quipped, "Remember, you'ren older than I, so you are even older than old dirt." I glanced over and caught her expression of mock outrage. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, and I saw her working her mouth. She had a comeback for that, but she couldn't form it.

Later, I reflected back when my ex and I were still married and before Kris' accident. When there would be a family gathering at my in-law's, my mother-in-law, Kris and I had an informal tradition on the last night. After the kids and husbands had all gone to bed, we'd meet in the kitchen and raid the refrigerator. Then while we'd finish up the home-made ravioli, roast beef, various cookies and cakes, we'd perform a post-mortem on the visit. There would be a lot of joking around and we'd eventually wake up someone with our laughing.

At one point this past weekend, I asked Kris if she remembered those times. Generally, if you ask her a question, she responds, "I don't know", until you press her and she'll eventually give you the correct answer. But this time, she turned to me and nodded her head "yes", that mischevious look in her eyes again. She wanted to tell me something, but couldn't get it out.

I miss her.

17 comments:

Marvin | Paranoid Android said...

Well, technically, dirt is constantly being formed due to erosional processions. So even I am older than dirt.

It's just that you are older than a lot of dirt.

Eleanor said...

aaawwwww.... very nice story, sly - and ignore Marvin's snotty remark - I would remind him of the line from the Fleetwood Mac song "Landslide"
Children Get Older..

and sly, check your e-mail..

Peri said...

Hi, sly! That story about Kris was nice/sad. I'm glad you still recognize the person inside.

Can we stay here? I'm with you about Ridley's blog. Just moving in on him seems a little...presumptuous? I'm moving in here until we have a new home we can call our own.

Eleanor said...

I found the Kris corner all by myself! Hi Peri! OK, sly?

Eleanor said...

Oh, and BTW, I keep thinking about your story abut Kris - it's really bittersweet, but I've always believed that with similiar disabilities , they know what's going on - I've told my kids, if, heaven forbid it happens to me, just keep talking to me!

wysiwyg said...

*checks in*

With all this checking in and out, I feel like I'm on some sort of international blog tour...

Slyeyes said...

COMPANY!!

*dashes out to get appetizers, Moatarita mix, ice, napkins and extra folding chairs*

*makes a call to Hot Tubs on Wheels and orders a r-e-a-l-l-y big hot tub*

Marie said...

*wanders in with some chocolate cake to share with everybody and take a bit of the load off the lovely hostess* Nice digs.

I like the story about Kris, Sly. Very well-written, but sad.

sandy said...

Oh here you are... Hope we didn't annoy Ridley too much. Over there I also suggested we could create a whole new free blog from scratch, for permanent backup purposes.

Slyeyes said...

Good idea, Sandy. Would you mind doing it? I'm battling a stomach bug today and seem to be losing.

Thanks.

kibby F5 said...

Seems we've settled here until a temp MOAT is made? I've crumbed Ridley's blog to here but there's nothing (yet) on the Y!.

The MOAT said...

The MOAT lives once more!

The MOAT said...
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Eleanor said...

"The moat" is a cool spot that my KibEl partner set up, very chi-chi, and just for us and we wond't fill up sly's ramblings,
let's go there - I told kib i'd pass it on!

The MOAT said...

I am not kibby. Good try, though, eleanor!

Mollenkamp said...

Touching story.

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