In my current streak of not finding anything that I haven’t seen a million times on cable, I have taken to watching You Tube on the smart TV feature on the television.
I can’t believe what I found tonight.
I am transformed back to my childhood home, with my parents, as I was glued to Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella.
What’s “impossible”, as Celeste Holm is singing as I type this, is I am singing along with it!
Walter Pidgeon and Ginger Rodgers star as the King and Queen.
Celeste Holm is the fairy Godmother.
Stuart Damon is the Prince and Lesley Ann Warren is Cinderella.
Oh my gosh: it is as if I just saw it and it is fifty-two years old.
I know some things were on television, as the Sound of Music with Carrie Underwood, but the kitschy quality of this is just making me smile. In the words of many of the folks who have since gone on to leave this world…
“They just don’t make them like they used to.”
For the last couple of months I have been back to work part-time.
Here is the reason I am part-time.
I found one of the schools whose hours allows us for continual, with maybe a 10 minute tops absence, from Zush. I get to go in the morning until 1:45PM, which is the end of the school day, and then Jim’s hours leave me watching my Zusher, with help from Kasia, until he gets home.
There are three other schools that send me requests if I’d be available for work. They just don’t coincide with Zush care. There you have it.They say God works in mysterious ways and if this is how I get to make sure my girl is ok, then so be it.
I am blessed that I am in a position to be able to do this, because the Zusher deserves no less. Dementia, be it human or canine, is a mean disease. Taking care of my girl, as I did my Mom, is the right thing to do.
I wish the pizza we had for dinner tonight tasted as good as the picture of the pizza shown above.
Jim wanted pizza tonight and he went to a local pizzeria, Vincenzo’s.
When he said he was going there for the pizza, my heart kind of sank, as when we first came down here around nine years ago, I went to a neighbor’s house and was offered a piece of Vincenzo’s pizza. “Oh, it’s so good you’ll love it.”
The trouble was the section of the restaurant that handles pizzas, hoagies, sandwiches and the like is a nice spot. Jim seems to favor it, and was calling me tonight to tell me who he was seeing there while waiting for our pie. It seems a lot of folks we know swear by this pizza. Fortunately, I am not one of them.I don’t mind eating one or two other things off their menu, and the atmosphere in the small section is nice, but not enough to win me over.
I am taking this as a sign to eat more salad, except for Jim’s birthday tomorrow. I made a lemon pound cake with lemon-vanilla icing.
Sunday will be salad day!
Students go the bathroom a lot in the morning. Sure, I am the last person to argue, since I live in the bathroom a lot at times.This class, though, might as well have a revolving door with students going out in seemingly 3 minute intervals. We are talking 30 kIds in a class.
There are a few Asperberger students and a few ADHD students, and we give them more attention to answer their questions.
Back to the minutiae, the pencil sharpener gets a line at it. I think between the sharpener and bathroom are time killers for those who couldn’t give a hoot for the subject matter.
Although I am working this job for the convenience of Zush coverage, 6th graders make me miss my kindergarteners.
Zosia and I are a lot alike.
As we get older, we get good days and bad. I talk with Jim about our girl being in hospice, and we both know and acknowledge what is coming. We both know our hearts are very heavy at the thought.
We have been down to the bay, albeit slowly, and with the exception of yesterday, I have had them out walking daily, regardless of the weather. My friend Ginny posted on my Facebook page about the intelligence in talking to our pets. I would talk to them regardless, as kids will be kids, be they two or four legged.
Kasia knows what’s coming down the pike, but I am still thankful daily when I hear all eight paws of my girls hit the hardwood floor. I know I have another day to talk to them, and for them to look at me. Zush, with her canine dementia, does actually talk back to me. It brings me back to my Mom and her sundowning: you relish what they say, even what sounds they make. You know one day you’ll long to hear them again.
I savor every moment!
With Kasia pretty much wanting to go her own way, I wasn’t able to take any video of Zush in the water this morning.
Zusher, being ever accommodating, let me get a still of her with her legs in the water. One thing I have to admit is Zush does know Momma. If I ask Kasia to let Momma get a shot, she’ll purposely look the other way!
Never mind that Kasia’s strap is over Zush, she made it a point to turn the other way!
Kasia does realize Zush is sick, but the sister dynamic is still there, and they both love each other!