Wednesday, October 29, 2008


I like old stuff.


You may have noticed.


I like old stuff that tells you what it was used for.

I especially like old stuff that still serves a practical purpose, as well as looking cool. When that purpose is the original, intended purpose of the old thing, I like that even better.

( I hate the word re-purposed. It gets used on HGTV a lot. I hate it. Along with eclectic. And whimsy. Fun. If college kids (or anybody else) played a game where you had to drink everytime you heard one of those words while watching HGTV, you would have a lot of very drunk people.)

The ignitor on the propane torch I use to light the corn stove isn't working, so I have use a match to turn the torch on. This handy-dandy tin match holder hides the box of matches from Mom perfectly.

This model even has openings on the side so you can strike the match.

I love them.

Speaking of Mom, she was on a roll last night. Or very early this morning, actually. I was trying to get her to go to bed, so had her sitting on the bed while I knelt in front of her to take off her shoes. I let out a big yawn, closing my eyes and stretching, with my mouth wide open. I came out of the stretch and opened my eyes, and found Mom with her finger in my mouth. Luckily, I hadn't closed my mouth yet. She giggled. Judy was on the chair next to me. Mom said, "get over here!", so I moved closer. "Not you!" she said, acting all afronted and pushing me away. Then she laughed. Then she pulled the sleeve of my turtleneck out from under the sweatshirt sleeve, so far that it covered my hand, over her hand and onto her wrist. So we sat there awhile holding hands like that. Then she started playing with my hair, twisting it round and then trying to stick it in my nose. Then she let it untwist, and flicked it back and forth, saying "Boing, boing, boing." Then she brought the hair forward on both sides of my head, and said, "Here, you take this side, and I'll take this side," handed me a chunk of hair, took her own chunk, and acted like she was going to walk away with it. Then she laughed some more. She had me laughing so hard I was about crying. I finally got her settled down around 2:30.

6 comments:

cornbread hell said...

i want some of whatever medication your mom is on.

Annie said...

She is only on Namenda, so I don't think that is to blame. Or thank, really. She was so funny though.

rilera said...

Your Mom is a sweetheart. These special moments are treasures.

Cinnamin said...

I'm smiling right along with you after reading this post!

I love those match holders too!

LOL at Rick's post!

Cindy said...

Oh, my. How dear. Your mother must have been a real spitfire before the Alzheimer's took hold. She still has a fabulous sense of humor, and sense of silly, doesn't she? You, m'dear, are a treasure!

LostInColor said...

old stuff is good stuff. 2:30am! way past bedtime! :)