Tag: relationships

Nursing homes are not free. This morning Maw talked of Virginia, an old lady who had already passed on. Virginia had a disabled son, named Junior. Everyday, Virginia would visit her son at Agnews Developmental Hospital.

But Virginia was fast getting on with age. She lived alone. But Mario, one of her sons would call every frequently to make sure his mother was okay. And one day, Mario, one of her sons, discovered his mother didn’t answer the phone. He knew right away something was wrong.

He immediately went to her paid-off house and found his mother sprawled on the floor in her urine and feces. She had apparently forgotten how to get up and probably kept falling on the slippery surface. He called his other siblings to discuss matters as to where their mother should live.

Mario had no choice but to put Virginia in the nursing home. But since the nursing home was not free, he had to sell his mother’s paid off home. Virginia had nowhere else to live.

In order to qualify, the patient was submitted as having dementia, looses control of her bodily fluids and that the family could not afford to take care of their loved ones.

Then I connected the dots as to why Maldeath, Malouse, Dead and probably Glorge had to be the four authorized signators on the paper works. Maldeath and Malouse claimed they are working part-time.

But in the Bay Area and in order to keep the house, a couple should be working full-time. Now I know why my relatives lied about old granny. What a sham! What a shame! But it happens all the time as with the case of Mario.

To Virgil (who visited our home around 10:30am):

Sorry about my Paw. He is an idiot. Maw wanted to talk to you. But Paw was protecting his wife from further stress and possible relapse of sickness, such as heart attack-like symptoms, including flu-like allergies.

Remember what Paw said to you? Stand like a man! You are already of legal age.

Remember what Maw said to you? Take care of your sister, Melinda. You are old enough.

Bottom-line: MOVE OUT OF YOUR MAW’S HOUSE, A.S.A.P.!

She is a divorced nutter. Her problems are not yours. You don’t need to inherit your mom’s problems in life. It’s not fair to you.

You have a life, a future and other things to worry about, like a job and your finances. Who will take care of you? Yourself and other supportive family units, sans relatives.

So any Filipino who knows this person, let him know. Paw didn’t mean to turn you away. But in all fairness, if God really wanted Maw to speak with you, there is still a chance before you decide to move to Philippines and start a new life there with a new wife, like Garrett.

After a big breakfast and after another huge meal for lunch, we started to take down Christmas decorations, trees and ornaments

• Miniature wooden structure of a Philippine `Bahai Cooboo`.
• Colorful resin displays of Tom Turkey, cornucopia and wheat harvest.
• Thanksgiving flower garlands of yellow, orange and green.
• Two candle candy holding two unburned maroon-colored candles.
• Christmas garlands of red, white and green.
• Miniature and 4 1/2 feet tall Christmas trees.
• Christmas decorations sorted into six leftover Chinese containers of moon cakes.
• Electric lights from plastic tree and four hanging light from windows displaying angel, snowflake, reindeer and sleigh.
• Door decorations of three rusty bells from the growing years and an aluminum wreath of green foils.

Each time I would either use the handy, dandy air compressor to blow off dust from the plastic trees and other garlands or wash with water via a sprayer. It was cold outdoors; so I wore my combo head scarf/hat to keep warm. The fleece coat Maw made is quite warm. I hope I don’t get a relapse of flu-like symptoms.

We’ve just finished ironing the washed table cloths and alter coverings of Christmas designs. Maw has been refueled throughout the six hour ordeal with pieces of macadamia nut cookies and two small bottles of apple juice. Her blood sugar level was 98 about an hour ago.

Today is mostly cloud of gray-white colors, of course. The air is cold. The air indoors is stale and the windows have been open to let some radon energy out. We are still feeling run down from sickness that lasted since Christmas and probably two weeks past during old granny’s 92nd birthday party in the filthy nursing home, which is crawling with all sorts of sickness.

Breakfast was two products from Costco: Rosemary Potato Loaf and Spinach Dip. The girl bought those for us sick old timers; while the boy grabbed Paw’s jumper cables. Paw had his usual breakfast of sliced Gala apples and two wheat toast with butter and cheese.

I then folded and ironed the washed clothes, which was washed last night and accumulated for over a week! It helps to put the mind into mode: Just do it. By focusing on the chores, it goes faster and more enjoyable when Maw had played (on high volume) a cassette tape of Pelita Corrales, the singing Queen of Asia, now passed on.

This mid-morning, we three went to the DeCa Commissary Store in Moffett Field, CA for, what would be the first, healthy grocery shopping! I picked bags of spinach, spring vegetables, hearts of Romain lettuce, fresh-picked vine tomatoes, bean sprouts, brussel  sprouts, green beans, and artichoke hearts for our salad. I served those for lunch today and it was filling.

Here is my simple recipe:

• Romain lettuce
• Spinach
• Spring veggies
• One cherry tomato
• One green olive
• One slice of red bell pepper
• One slice of celery
• One cucumber
• One palm-sized (blue-colored) bowl, which is about one to two cups, just big enough for the size of my stretched out stomach inside.

And about one hour or so ago, the twosome dropped over unexpectedly and the girl brought over Maw’s request (via my cellphone call last night) for spinach dip from Costco, along with white bread with whole garlic cloves. I was embarrassed to be in my short-like underwear, similar to what her Paw used to wear back in Vietnam, when I answered the door.

Of course, the boy was in a hurry to re-charge the girl’s failed battery and we didn’t expect them to stay. That’s what family is all about: pop-overs. We won’t request grocery runs that frequently. I told them call the main number for rides in case of emergency.