Time to screw  

ButteryDelight 58F
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7/18/2006 11:46 am

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8/8/2006 12:54 pm

Time to screw


I had a great day working for Rolf and Rosie today. There was a lot of laughter and fun today and I want to tell ya about it.

Rosie usually goes to the Beauty shop on Tuesdays. This is because she knows that I will be there to keep an eye on Rolf. This morning when I got to their house, Rosie told me that she decided not to go to the beauty shop. Instead she was going to stay home and have me help her get some boxes down from the attic. These boxes were filled with cards, letters and photographs that she wanted to go through. Rosie also wanted to hang up a couple of new pictures of her grandchildren. That was fine with me as I would rather it be I climbing the ladder to the attic then Rolf or Rosie.

I decided to fix a quick breakfast of toaster waffles and some fresh strawberries on the side. Rosie and Rolf both ate well and Rolf even took his medications with out any protests. Which really surprised and pleased me, as I had the apple sauce already out and in a bowl, just in case he wouldn’t take his pills. From listening to Rolf talk as he ate his breakfast, I knew that today was going to be one of his better days. He was very coherent and his Alzheimer’s was not in evidence at all. I was pleased about that too as this made two Tuesdays in a row that I could actually talk to him and have him understand me.

As soon as breakfast was done and the dishes in the dishwasher, Rosie and I went to the door in the ceiling and pulled the stairs down. I went up them and after moving some boxes around I found the three that Rosie wanted me to bring down. I did all the lifting and carrying up and down the stairs, as I didn’t want Rosie to even try it. She has a very weak heart and I didn’t want to cause her any stress by doing physical labor.

Just as I was carrying the last box down, Rolf walked by and asked what we were doing. I looked concernedly at him because Rosie had just told him during breakfast what we were going to do. Rosie patiently explained again what we were doing with the boxes. Rolf asked several questions which caused Rosie to have to repeat her explanation several times. I could tell Rosie was getting frustrated with Rolf. I was getting a little suspicious and so I really looked into Rolf’s eyes and watched this silly grin on his face. To smooth things over I said, Rolf don’t you have your hearing aids in? When he said he did I said and didn’t you hear what Rosie and I talked about during breakfast? He said yes, he heard it. Then asked him why he was making Rosie repeat it if he already knew what was going on? This wide grin came on his face and he replied, Ya’all always test my memory and thinking abilities by asking questions. I just thought I should check yours! I giggled while Rosie chided Rolf for pretending to not remember.

Then we walked into the living room and began to open and sort through the contents of those boxes. I won’t bore you with the details of everything that was in them, but there were some mighty interesting things in those boxes. To talk about just a few of them, in one box there was this ratty, dirty old shoestring. No shoes, just the string. I asked Rolf what that was and he said that when it was new, he used that shoestring to help pull his teeth out. I’m thinking that the teeth were already loose and he was pulling them out before he swallowed them. Nope, that wasn’t what Rolf did at all. I had to laugh as Rolf told me that the summer he turned 7 he decided that he needed some money and the Tooth Fairy seemed like a great way to get some cash. So, he picked several of his teeth and one at a time, he wrapped the shoestring around them and then tied it to the doorknob of a door. Thus when he slammed the door, it yanked the teeth out. He had pulled 5 that way before his mother found him and made him stop. Rolf said if we looked in the box we’d also find a mason jar, with those five teeth in it Sure enough after digging around a bit, we found the mason jar. There was also a bag of marbles with several shooters, and a “Cats Eye” Another box we opened had things from Rosie’s childhood. There were many interesting things in those boxes as both Rolf and Rosie are pack rats and never throw anything away. Rolf eventually left Rosie and I too the sorting and went outside to play with his dog Mac.

After sorting the stuff from the boxes into piles we named keep, throw away, and give away, we went on to the picture hanging. Rosie wanted the wire hangers to be screwed into the frames and then the pictures hung. We had talked it over and decided that Rolf could put the screws into the frames and I would climb the ladder and hang the pictures.
Rosie told me to go call Rolf and so I walked outside and yelled to Rolf that it was “time to screw”. I know Rolf is hard of hearing but it seemed like he made me repeat that it was “time to screw” way too many times. Yup, I was right, he told me he could hear me just fine he just wanted me to say it over and over again cause he liked watching my face turn red. I rolled my eyes and swatted him on the shoulder as we both went to hang the pictures.

It took awhile but Rolf managed to screw the wire hangers into the frames. I said I would hang it and that is when Rolf became a little stubborn. He insisted that if he could screw he could hang too. Rosie and I tried to persuade him differently but eventually we gave in and agreed to let Rolf climb the ladder and hang the pictures.

Both Rosie and I hovered as Rolf carefully climbed up the ladder and hung the first picture. We sighed with relief as he climbed back down. I moved the ladder and again we watched as Rolf climbed back up that ladder. This time he had to go higher and I had my hand to my mouth as I watched Rolf swaying. Sure enough the ladder began to fall one-way and Rolf the other. I reacted instinctively and grabbed Rolf's arm to pull him so he fell on me as he went down. We both landed in a heap, Rolf’s weight driving the breath out of my body. Fortunately, my butt and hips took most of the impact but it still was very uncomfortable as Rolf weighs 175 to my 150. Both Rolf and I lay there for a minute while Rosie rushed anxiously over and asked if we were all right. I mumbled a yes. Using his arms, Rolf lifted himself off of me for a moment. He waggled his eyebrows at me, grinned and said mischievously, “I guess we did get to screw after all”! For a second, I gaped at this 80 something man on top of me. I am beginning to think all three of us have a screw loose somewhere as all three of us then laughed hysterically for several minutes. Rosie helped me to roll Rolf off and then helped us both to our feet. Rolf is fine not a bruise or cut on him. As for me, I think my butt and hips are going to be sore for a while, but, what away to end the Tuesday.

The looking through Rolf's and Rosie's memories got me to thinking. Do you have keepsakes from your child hood? What was important to you? And did you save a lot. a few or not anything from your childhood?


2daycowboywanted 45F

7/18/2006 12:14 pm

The only thing other than photos that I have left is a dog that a wonderful lady gave me. Not a real dog but a stuffed dog that has a windup music tag on it. To this day - that dog sleeps with me at night and I am really glad to say he still able to play music!

Until later
2daycowboywanted


ButteryDelight 58F

7/18/2006 11:25 pm

    Quoting 2daycowboywanted:
    The only thing other than photos that I have left is a dog that a wonderful lady gave me. Not a real dog but a stuffed dog that has a windup music tag on it. To this day - that dog sleeps with me at night and I am really glad to say he still able to play music!

    Until later
    2daycowboywanted
Thank you for reading an commenting.

That's so cool! I can tell that you took good care of that dog. I have several 45's from my childhood. I love to get them out and listen to them.

Buttery Delight


ButteryDelight 58F

7/19/2006 5:59 am

    Quoting rm_mzhunyhole:
    I have an original Janis Joplin poster I got when I was about 14.I didn't think it was worth too much really..but I was just fooling around on the internet one day not too long ago..and saw one..just like mine..there are only about 30 of them..it's worth 1600 bucks..I was amazed.
I've heard it said that one man's junk is another man's treasure. That's so true. Don't know if ya have been on Ebay or not, mizhun, but everything that can be sold is on there.

Buttery Delight


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