My Mother, Myself

Remember Nancy Friday's book, My Mother, Myself, written in the early 70's?  Grandma Mimi, my dear mom who passed away at the age of 94 and lived with us for 4 years after having been in a facility in Cleveland for over 10 years due to a breakdown, comes into my consciousness often.    

When visiting her at Eliza Jennings, a facility that met her needs beautifully, often she would take sponge baths which now I find myself doing.  In the winter, sponge baths are the way to go! 

A phone conversation with Mim when she was about 65 with panic in her voice -- "Judy, I'm going bald."  At the time I laughed.  My hair is thinning  as well but I do not give a hoot.


Before Mim's breakdown, she used to put tape on the tips of her nails to prevent them from splitting. My nails are splitting but keeping them polished helps.  Also diet.  And red wine!  Ha ha. 

Miraculously, Mim kept her figure until her passing.  I have to watch what I eat so I do not turn into a blimp.  Sometimes I binge on Ritz Crackers, lo fat of course.    Ed relishes sweets.  I envy him.  He has a slight paunch but because of his height, it doesn't look bad in the least.  

Before Mim's illiness and when she visited, she would bring a package of Handi Wipes because I preferred using only a sponge in the kitchen.  She was handicapped without her Handi Wipes. I am doing the same with my daughter because I can't get along with out them!  Through the years I've become a Handi Wipe lover.  I tell our granddaughters, Handi Wipes rock so when they spill something they say "Meema, get the Handi Wipes!  They rock."