"We have just entered the twilight zone.
For the rest of eternity I will be unfolding a pair of paper underwear before you and I will say, 'This is the last pair.' You will groan and say, 'Good, my knees would give out if I had to put on one more pair.' I will bend over and hold the pair of underwear close to the floor while you step into them, foot by foot. I will pull them up, adjust them around your waist, hips and thighs, you will say, 'I'm glad that's done,' I will turn, pick up another pair, turn back to you and say, while unfolding the pair before you, 'This is the last pair.' You will groan..."

    By this time I've usually gotten a chuckle out of my mother her good humor is restored, dignity in tact.

    The article I read about humor in a nursing home.
    Our stroke routine, when she falters and I get scared. Macabre. But, my mother's sense of humor runs to the macabre.
    If you reach Ancienthood with a wit or two intact, chances our one of your essential tools for getting as far as you have has been humor.
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Menopause and Taking Care...
...of an Ancient One.
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Dealing with One's Parental Issues...
...is easier when one is taking care of one's Ancient parents.
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