Fun fact: My brother-in-law trained, competed, and won an enormous Rock, Paper, Scissors tournament in Denver this winter. Trophy, cash, prestige. A win… Far from merely a game of chance, this ever-tense strategy game requires psychology, reverse psychology and reverse reverse psychology…and a smidge of luck to haul home the prize.
If it was only a contest that statistics coldly dictates, like Yahtzee for instance, we might be tempted to compete…because we could really “use a win” these days in caring for mom. She has, as you know from reading my posts, been on a rough streak lately. She throws down a rock, boldly, and the disease, with a sinister grin, responds simultaneously with a paper, covering her rock. 🙁
Today, however big or small it may seem, we got a win. More rightly written, SHE got a win. Mom had a genuinely good day. No falls. Ate her grub. No unmentionable issues, no anxiety (visibly at least)…and smiling quite a bit again. When I got there after work, she had had her meds and smiled and said hi. Pam called and she had a nice “conversation” with her (gibberish mostly, but more cogent than normal, with a smile and a warm greeting of “Hi Sis!”…awesome.) She referred to me in her conversation too, saying she had to put me down (like a toddler) to take the call when Pam asked if she had seen me lately. Then she played the piano and did great. 🙂 Sang while she played. Laughed when John sat in the toot chair (One of their chairs makes a fart sound when you sit in it. lol ). She even made a raspberry about it.
I know the odds. I even know who is going to win this inevitable tournament, but for one night I will take the win. Paper you try, Mr. Alzheimer’s? Take these scissors, you stinkin’ brain bandit!
Snip freakin’ snip. 🙂