Cranberry Surplus
Yesterday, Tuesday, was a REALLY bad day for my mom. She was not moving well, and she had a lot of trouble speaking. Since I've had PAs blasting in my ears lately, so my hearing's not so good either. I managed to get her up, and I was taking her for laps through the kitchen, into the foyer and then through the dining room. I had picked up my sister's mail & there was a box from amazon.com sitting there on the counter. As I walked backwards guiding my mom, I said, "There's something from Amazon there. I wonder what it is?"
She barely whispered, "A book."
"What book?"
She whispered something in response, but what I heard was, "Cranberry Surplus."
Her face screwed all up, contorted, as she laughed her ass off and at this point, she had stopped her shuffling across the floor.
"Ma, Cranberry Surplus! What the hell is Cranberry Surplus!!?"
Cackle, cackle, rasp, whisper..."Craig Ferguson."
How in the hell did I get "Cranberry Surplus" out of "Craig Ferguson?"
We both almost fell over, and since yesterday, when she barely speaks, I keep saying, "Here comes another cranberry incident. Please speak up!"
The Hardly Hearing Angry Lesbian,
11/11/2009