If you take a gander at all my blog peeps, you'll see they're involved in a wide variety of interests. Statistically speaking, it was bound to converge into one giant blog hop one day. Triple threat day is here as I participate in STMcC's Battle of the Bands, Michael D'Agostino's Question of the Month, and The Lost & Found Valentine's Edition Blog Hop (the hosts for this event are Guilie Castillo-Oriard, Elizabeth Seckman,Yolanda Renee, Denise Covey, and Alex J Cavanaugh).
Yikes! Dats a lot o' hopping but I think I can knock it out. It may not be visually appealing but you can't always get what you want...(say this with Mick Jagger lips, please).
The most important part of this blog hop would be the "love found" portion and I'm going to go out on a limb and say that if you've read my blog with even minimal regularity, you've heard me mention my Hubzam. He is now and will always be my love found, cherished, and kept close at hand.
No matter who I might have liked, had a crush on or dated, there is only one person in my life who always had my back: Hubzam. He's my best friend and confidant; he's honest and loyal. I didn't realize how much I craved loyalty till I actually had it; I can't ever go back. Even more importantly, he is my rock. People, if you don't have a rock, I truly despair for you. Put all that together with a liberal layer of commitment and viola: it's "found love."
There are fears I'm afraid to mention in the light of day. Perhaps, if I don't talk about it, it will go away. I've not shared this with anyone but my dear mother is getting frightenly forgetful. It's not just forgetting that troubles me, though. She's more gullible; an easy target for someone who who wants to take advantage of a senior adult.
Last week, she was sure she had won a mysterious sweepstakes and no amount of talking could convince her otherwise. She told me that the guy (and his, ahem-cough-cough, boss) called her so much on the phone that she unplugged the base. She told me that finally, she agreed to meet him at the bank...
HOLD YOUR HORSES; WHAT THE DILLY-YO?. "You did what? Mom, please don't meet anyone at the bank...this is a scam. You'll either get robbed in the parking lot or someone will break in to your house, " I just-about-yelled with daughterly earnestness. It was totally wasted on Mom.
In the same tone that assured me I looked great at prom or had the most beautiful, clever children who ever walked the planet, she asserted her convictions about her pending legitimate winnings and the even more ludicrous legitimacy of the individuals who desperately wanted to put mighty dollars in her hands. There was no convincing her otherwise.
Likewise, I've told her repeatedly that the automatic blood pressure cuff is not warning her of low blood pressure when it reads L O W. The battery is low and it needs changed. She's been amazed at my keen insight into this issue the last eight times she mentioned her "low" blood pressure.
Repetition has taken the place of our long, meandering phone calls that hit every free form opinion that was on our minds. Oh, how I miss that. We'd willingly wander from topic to topic; it was a guilty pleasure followed by embarrassed laughter about how long we'd stay on the phone. In place of those conversations, two or three comments are repackaged and repeated over and over.
At times, Mom will tell me she's worried about her memory. I had her get out a piece of paper and write down things I wanted her to mention to her doctor: review her medication, re-check her blood pressure, tell him about the increased forgetfulness. She reads it back to me but I know she'll misplace it and I can't drive eleven hours to each appointment, especially when my own son has had more than his share of doctor appointments and therapy these past five months due to an accident.
In nursing school, they stressed the fact that you should never support a delusion. That sounds right on the surface until you're trying to convince your mom that what she thinks is happening - isn't. Or when I'm trying to make the point that she's not processing information clearly in a given situation and there's a little voice in my head that is warning me not to damage my relationship along the way.
Do I stand firm or just go along?
Bit by bit, I'm losing something I love as aspects of Mom's personality fade away. Our colorful conversations have turned gray; the nurse in me is not hopeful that this will improve. And so, this is my "lost love" for this season of my life. Sure, I've had other lost loves; I just can't seem to recall them at this juncture because they pale in comparison. I only have one Mom.
BATTLE OF THE BANDS: "Shades of Gray"
It's been a long post already, so let's just get to the battle. The Monkees made this tune famous but they weren't the first to record it. No...I did not know that till I tried to find battle participants. I've always loved the lyrics to this song. They fit with today's theme.
CONTENDER #1: THE MONKEES
Well, I told you the Pre-fab Four weren't the first. The Sons of Champlin hold that distinction and it is sooo sixties; it's a worthy opponent.
CONTENDER #2: THE SONS OF CHAMPLIN
Now for the fun part! Follow ALL these worthy blogmeisters and I'm gonna give it my best shot at visiting them all, too.
For The Lost & Found Valentine Edition Blog Hop 2016:
For Michael D'Agostino's Question of the Month:
Vote in the Battle of the Bands for The Monkees or The Sons of Champlin below. Last, but not least, visit the other folks who participate in the Battle of the Band: