Saturday, June 11, 2016
She still surprises me.
We were discussing the crocodile and shark attacks last week and mother says "I've held a crocodile."
It was a struggle but I did clang my jaw back into place. There were no dates on these photos so I had to go by the clothes and the fact that she was in the Day Room when the Reptile Farm came to visit. She must have been 82 when they dumped that crock in her lap and she was not impressed. Can't think where I was that day, hiding under a rock?
And then a goanna impressed her not at all. These were all a surprise to me and of course, she doesn't remember anything except they were horrible to touch and no, she didn't want to play with them. Who in their right minds would bring reptiles to a high level care facility for the residents to look at and then put them on their laps.
The turtle wasn't too bad but she remembered that its head moved all the time so she never knew where to put her fingers. She's like me, if they were made of cake all would have been fine.
She refuses to leave her room now. She hates seeing how the residents she knew have all gone down hill mentally and physically. Up against them she looks like she might make 100. Somebody kill me now.