Monthly Archives: November 2015

Getting pretty old to still be alive…

Dad can’t sit up by himself. Nor can he read or write any more. Often needs help eating, and most of his food needs to be within a very narrow consistency and range of ingredient. He spends 18 hours a day in bed and is at constant risk for bed sores.

He has requested to be resuscitate if his heart stops, the wisdom of which I questioned.

The other day on the way home from dialysis, I asked him if there were any periods of his life that were particularly challenging. His responses are often quite brief and belabored. He replied, “No. I’ve had a pretty good life so far.”

Two nights ago he said to mom, “You know, me and you are getting pretty old to still be alive. Especially me. Wanna have a drink together?”

To which the answer was of course, “yes”.

Oliver dildos?! What are oliver dildos?

Rivka​’s reminding me about that video where some women are having tea and out in the front yard the kids are playing sword fight and they are using “all of her dildos”, and Rinah goes, “Oliver Dildos?! What are oliver dildoes?” Rivka is so smart, she start by saying, “it’s a grown-up thing, let me think about how to explain it to you for a couple of days.” Then shortly afterward she had some explanation that involved when she had explained how sex is when semen comes out of the man’s penis and goes into the woman’s vagina.

When they had had that discussion was like, “I wanna see that! Can I watch next time you and daddy are doing that?”