Posted by: granny1947 | May 19, 2017

Granny and old age homes.

Hello All.

Yes, let’s talk about the old age home Mom is in.
I think it is pretty good.
The matron even phoned the hospital to find out how Mom was doing.
Which shows a level of compassion.

Mom is in a room with four other ladies.
In the bed next to her is a lady about the same age as mother.
Very emotional.
Gets all teary when you give her a treat.
Thanks you over and over.
She is a Jehovah Witness and, one visit, read me a very long poem about dying.
Her stepson and his wife moved into her house to look after her.
Then said she was tying them down.
And put her in the home.
I am being EXTREMELY nice to my kids now.

On the other side of Mom is an elderly lady who has completely lost the plot.
She grunts a lot.
It drives Mom crazy.
However, if you give her a treat her mouth opens immediately.
So, I guess there is some comprehension there.

Next to her is an elderly African woman.
She sleeps a lot.
When she doesn’t sleep she tries to escape.
The nurses are constantly bringing her back to the ward.
She also has a disconcerting habit of standing at the end of your bed and staring at you.
I feel very sorry for her.
In the old days the grandmother in the family was venerated.
She just wants to be at home.
Sadly, times appear to have changed.

Finally, in the other corner is a sweet old duck.
She plays with a toy dog.
Feeds it imaginary food from her pill bottle.
And talks to it.
I like her.
I always make a point of waving to her.
It takes a while for the penny to drop but then you get the most amazing smile.
I gave her a treat the other day and she said ” I could pray for you, but you don’t need it”
Well, she said it in Afrikaans so I THINK that is what she said!

Posted by: granny1947 | May 18, 2017

Granny is frazzled.

Hello All.

One of my favourite photos on MY beach.
Really miss that place.

So, on Monday I left for work at ten past six.
In the morning.
Yes, some people do that.
Actually, judging by all the cars on the highway, lots of us do it.

There was call on my phone.
But I don’t answer calls when I am driving.
Especially when I haven’t had my coffee.
Got to work and saw it was from the old age home.
And, I thought “oh shit”
Phoned them right away.
They said my Mom needed to go into hospital.
Said they would arrange for an ambulance.
But, a family member needed to be there.

Called the old man and he insisted he wanted to come with.
And, I thought “oh shit” again.
Now I had TWO old people to see to.
Drove all the way back to fetch him and then set off for the 40km drive.

To cut a long story short.
Well, shorter.
She is ok.
She came out today.

The old man went with her in the ambulance and I met them at the hospital.
What a super hospital.
Everything new and sparkling.
The staff were lovely.
The food was good.
Am trying to figure out how I can go and spend a few days there.
On medical aid, of course.

Since moving here I have seen a lot of hospitals.
And, ALL of them have passages that go on forever.
You walk for ruddy miles.
I think they are designed that way.
They hope that some of the visitors will collapse and they will get a few more patients.

Anyway, I went again on Tuesday and again yesterday.
Hence the frazzled bit.
Last night I arranged for an ambulance and told my brother to go over and see her back to the home.
Which he did and I have had a break today.
I will take the old man again on Saturday.

Before I end.
There are amusing bits to dementia.
If you look hard enough.
She informed me that someone phoned her.
She has been left an estate in Scotland.
Doesn’t think she will take it.
She can’t ski!!!

Posted by: granny1947 | May 14, 2017

Granny and Mothers day

Hello All.

So, today was Mothers Day and history was made.
ALL my kids contacted me.
Even my stepson’s wife sent me a message.
Lovely girl.

I need to elaborate.
Younger daughter phoned first.
Said “this is a short call…happy mothers day…now I am going back to get under the duvet”
She lives in a cold place.
I can relate.

Then elder daughter sent me a nice message.

Then big surprise.
Elder son sent me a message.
He does not believe in mothers day.
Neither do I.
Commercial crap.
His message said Hippy mothers day.
And a picture of an Indian/Muslim saying “I could make fun of your mother but cows are sacred”
A good thing he and I share the same warped sense of humour.
I loved it.

Then the granddaughter I adopted phoned.
And, finally, her father phoned me.
Have I forgotten anyone?
Damn I have a lot of offspring.

All in all, not a bad day.

Posted by: granny1947 | May 13, 2017

Granny’s road trip…and then it was over.

Hello All.

Yes, and then it was over.
Having said that, I wasn’t too sad.
I LOVED seeing all my family.
And being surrounded by love.
Such a nice fuzzy, warm feeling.
But, when all is said and done it is so good to have your own stuff around you.
And, my computer.
And, my own bed.
And, my own toilet.

The trip back was not so nice.
It was a public holiday.
Only an idiot travels on a public holiday.
Especially at the start of a long weekend.
Colour me stupid.

I spent most of the trip in the yellow lines, letting people overtake me.
And muttering when they didn’t flash their lights to thank me.

Oh yes, the photos are at Storms River.
My last stop on the trip.
I didn’t want to stop, but, once again, bladder won the day.
It took me seven hours again.
I have definitely slowed down and am more cautious.
Sign of age?
Or common sense.

Someone posted a comment on one of my “memory” posts.
So I went back and read it.
Anyone remember them?
I think I need to carry on with those posts.
In case I forget.
I left those posts on a bit of a cliff hanger.
Because I just felt I couldn’t talk about what went down.
I think I now can.

But first I shall regale you with a couple of stories about the old age home where we have my Mom.
I always try to find the humour in every situation.
You have been warned.
It might be slightly black humour.


Posted by: granny1947 | May 9, 2017

Granny’s road trip…day five

Hello All.

Day five was a peaceful one.
Elder son, younger daughter, DIL, and grandson all came to younger son’s plot.
They stayed for a couple of hours and it was super to see them one more time.
I was so touched that they made the effort as it was a long way to come for coffee.

I might have stayed another day but Bart got a call from his foreman.
Lightening hit an Oak tree about four metres from where he was standing.
To say he was shocked is an understatement.
So they had to cut their break short and head back to Cape Town the next day.

Friends, from the plot next door, came for supper.
And the Cape Town storm hit us.
With a vengeance.
It bucketed down.
And I had visions of being stuck on the plot for a week.

DIL working in her garden.
Good thing they do not read my blog.
Not sure she would be happy with a pic of her butt.
They cannot wait to retire to the plot.
And I don’t blame them.


Posted by: granny1947 | May 5, 2017

Granny’s road trip…day four.

Hello All.

Day four started with us packing up.
Then elder son and I drove through to Napier (not the one in New Zealand) where Karen and Teresa had a scrumptious breakfast waiting for us.
And, yes, my jeans ARE feeling a little snug.

Then we set off for the farm where elder son and HIS son now live.
But first he filled my car with gas (such a darling)
The two of them live in a little cottage on a huge wheat farm.
Where they run a sawmill for the farmer.
And grow stuff.
And are as happy as sand boys.
The farm is totally different to the plot where younger son lives.
However, I found it beautiful as well.

In a different sort of way.

It was incredibly peaceful
The stars, at night, were awesome.
Son said that if I ever needed to, I could stay with the two of them.
He would build on another room for me.
It is nice to know I have options should the need ever occur.
I love the sea but I also love farm life.
What can I say?
I am easy to please.

I was reading a book when I looked out the window and saw this chap.

A Secretary bird.
I had no idea they were so big.
They catch snakes so I am a big fan.

The farmers wife came down to meet me.
And the next morning she dropped off a cooler bag with two huge piece of lamb.
Sorry to any vegetarians.

Posted by: granny1947 | May 3, 2017

Granny’s road trip….day three

Hello All.

Day three continued to be great and “interesting”

We all went down to the fishing village for breakfast.
Not a fancy place but you sit outside and the above is the view.
Must confess I did not look at the view much.
Just soaked up the feeling of being surrounded by so many people I love.

Then we went back to the house and I made everyone pose for photos.
Even the boys co-operated.
Just for me.

This one is my kids and their partners.
Left top and bottom is Karen and Teresa.
Karen is the one I had not seen for seven LONG years.
My younger daughter.

Next to her is Michelle, elder daughter, and her husband next to her.

In front of them is my younger son with his wife on his lap.
Bart and Sharon.
Have been together for close on ten years and still act like they are on their honeymoon!

Right back and front is my elder son, Karl, and Sylvia.
Sadly, they recently divorced after 27 years but still in close contact.

Later in the day Karl, Karen, the dogs and I went for a walk to the beach.
There was a steep hill going down to the beach.
Halfway down I decided I could make it TO the beach but would probably have to live down there.
We turned to go back and the two overgrown pups came racing up behind me and knocked my legs from under me.

Apparently, I come down very gracefully.
The same can NOT be said about the way I got back up.
Karen laughed so hard she wet her pants.
I think it was nerves.
I HOPE it was nerves.
If not….what a little cow.

Before the tumble I took this.

Such a pretty place.


Posted by: granny1947 | May 2, 2017

Granny’s road trip…day 2

Hello All.

So, on the Saturday, I went through to Swellendam and picked up my elder daughter, my son-in-law and the youngest grandchild.
We drove down to the lovely fishing village of Arniston.
Stopping, on the way, in Bredasdorp.
I had pictured Bredasdorp as a little village but it is a pretty place with all the major shops etc.
I didn’t take any pictures.
Bad Granny.

And it was reunion time.
And it was magic.
I was SO happy.

My daughter and her wife had rented a lovely house.
And all my kids and grandkids(bar one) were there.
Both the girls are chefs and they were cooking up a storm.

They had bought a whole sirloin, which they sliced and cooked, to perfection, on the fire.
There were incredible salads.
Corn on the cob.
Garlic bead.
Potatoes in their jackets, oozing butter.
Followed by pecan nut pie for desert.
All so yummy.

Eldest grandson and his Mom.
He turned 25 on the 10th of April.
Has turned into a delightful young man.

Let me show you all the grandkids.
Grannies can be such braggarts.

I am so sorry my other grandson was not there.
Who knows when, if ever, I can get the whole family together like that again.
My elder daughter turns 50 in January and has already asked if I am coming for her birthday!
One never knows.
Think I should start saving now.

My younger daughter also brought three of her dogs.
More about them tomorrow.

Posted by: granny1947 | May 1, 2017

Granny’s road trip…day one

Hello All.

So, I went to work for a couple of hours and then hit the road.
I left at nine on a lovely day.
However, I did not take into account that I had had three cups of coffee.
After only 170kms I had to stop at Storms River bridge.
Where I discovered they now have a Steers so I treated myself to a burger and chips for breakfast.
Had two bites of the burger and had mustard all over the place.
So I gave up on the burger and ate the chips while driving.
Only to get thirsty.
And I couldn’t open the damn juice bottle.
Are they child proof?
Have I gone into my second childhood?

I contemplated stopping in Knysna, which is a pretty little place,  but the traffic was hectic.
And I couldn’t see a parking place.
Encountered thick mist in the Wilderness and soldiered on to Mossel Bay.
Filled up with gas and got the petrol attendant to open my bottle.
Which he did with one turn!

I went onto Heidelberg where my son said I must take a right turn to the village where he has a plot.
I did this and found I was on a gravel road.
It went on for bloody miles.
And I had NO idea where I was.
Several farm pick-ups passed me and the dust was so thick I had to almost stop until it cleared.
Drove on until suddenly there was a tar road and I was in the village.
Found out that, if I had gone another 15kms or so on the highway I could have been on tar and in the village quite easily.
Some people’s children!

Finally arrived at the plot.
Which is a little bit of heaven.

They can’t wait to retire there in about a year’s time.
And I don’t blame them.

They have baboons and deer.
I didn’t see either of them.
I DID see loads of beautiful birds.

They don’t have electricity but they have battery operated lights.
A gas stove and fridge.
And a generator for the washing machine and charging cell phones.
They also have a lot of snakes.
Fortunately, I didn’t see them either.

They brought their remaining old dog, Molly.
Who smells like rock bait.
And their kitten Jasper, who had a whale of a time stalking birds and getting stuck in trees.
A strange kitten.
Sits on the back of the couch and licks my son’s head for ten minutes at a time.

They gave me a double blow up mattress to sleep on.
It was very comfortable.
However, getting off the thing was another story.
I will leave that to your imagination.



Posted by: granny1947 | April 30, 2017

Granny has something to say….at last

Hello All.

Are you still out there?
What have I missed?

Took the above pic the other evening.
Nothing like an African sunset.

So, where to begin.
First, let’s get the bad stuff out the way.
My Mom took ill in February and we had to get her to hospital by ambulance.
Turns out she has dementia and a heart problem.
Then the fun and games began.

She had put herself to bed so much her muscles had weakened.
My Dad and brother could not get her to move.
The old man was taking so much strain trying to look after her.
I got her out of bed but as soon as I left she put herself back.

Anyway, to cut a long story short I found a home in Uitenhage that had a vacancy.
And, was affordable.
Then it was all the red tape to go through with medical aid.
Fortunately, my Dad’s medical aid pays half the fees.
But they needed SO much information first.
Doctors reports, quotes, affadavits signed at the police station etc.
Every time I sent stuff to them they wanted more.
I was tearing my hair out.
Finally got it all sorted out.

Unfortunately, Uitenhage is 40kms from here.
On a nasty twisting road.
So, between working and going there two or three times a week and checking in on the old man I am a bit bushed.

Enough of that though I have some amusing things to say about the other patients in the frail care.

On a happier note I have just got back from a six day road trip.
I went down to the Cape to spend my 70th birthday with all my kids and six of my seven grandchildren.
Saw my younger daughter for the first time in seven years.
It was magic.

Time for the first of many photos.

Me with the four kids.

I will be going through the whole trip in the coming days.
So much easier to blog when you have stuff to share.

The trip down was seven hours.
My various body parts argued all the way.
My brain said “we can do this”
My back said “what…are you crazy”?
My bladder won the day.

Catch you all tomorrow with day one of the trip.
I do hope you are all still out there.
Or I will be talking to myself.


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