Today was the third Saturday of decorating my mother's house. Two bedrooms, hallway, laundry, toilet, bathroom, and kitchen. The living, and dining room were done last year. First, all the old wallpaper had to be stripped. Now, that was a mission.
My, mother....is a little treasure, but a little 'deaf' treasure. Ninety years old this year, not in the best of health, but she certainly has all her marbles. If she could hear perfectly, she would be lethal.
As it is, I rely on her not hearing everything. That way, I can at least get away with a few things during my time there. Ha ha. Otherwise, she runs me ragged. There is little doubt she still believes me to be no more than about sixteen years old. A fairly stupid sixteen at that.
The smartest defence mechanism from her point of view, is no matter what I try to explain to her, or tell her, her deafness protects her, Her general inability to hear well, means no matter how hard I try, if she doesn't want to, she doesn't understand a word I say. Which, totally frustrates me. She knows very well, I can only speak that loud for a short time. Selective deafness, is definitely at play there. Otherwise how does she know when I say, in a quiet tone, Time for a cup of tea. "Yes Please' comes the cry.
Ah well. Only a couple more weeks to go before the decorating is finished.
Think of me, being scathed up, and down. As I work my fingers o the bone.
I know she has a great time through this though, so how can I complain?
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