Miss Wanettey Finds a New Home

I do need to be more attentive to my blog. I blog in my head all the live-long day. I just don't bother to write it down. Just to indicate my inattentiveness . . .  I wrote most of this in early April 2011! It's October and I'm posting it.

from April 2011:
I'm in Snangelo (San Angelo, TX) this week. Moved my little momma to assisted living. It's not just a change for her. It's a big change for me, too. It's a realization that my sister and I are now her mother. Deciding things for her, taking care of things for her, letting her just be, letting people take care of her. Turning her over to Myrtlewood felt like taking my baby to child care. She cried the day before, but at least she didn't cry the day of. She knows I'm coming back.

When Travis was learning to talk, I kept a list of his words and odd phrases: fingernail moon, taco moon, ball moon; paralophus sock, ith, extercize, labtop; I love Daddy from the sidewalk up to the moon. Now I keep a dictionary of Miss Wanettey: light bub, skeered, April fibulation, sleep acne, wooooo chester shire sauce. My most recent favorite, heard by Miss Wanettey's first-born grandson visiting her from Texas A&M: diarrhea-tickle-itis. That is funny on so many levels.