"Tani, when you're at home, do you usually have some sort of handwork that you are doing?"
"Yes, Mother. I'm usually quilting."
"Oh. What do you make?"
"Quilts."
This exact conversation may take place 10 or 15 times a day. In fact whenever my mother looks up and sees me doing something that entails a sewing machine, needle or fabric, the same questions bubble up from her. Unfortunately she looks down again and then a minute or two up again...
I can understand how the elderly might think the people around them are unusually brusque or unfriendly. My gosh, ask an innocent question and get a one word answer and then nothing. They don't realize that the person sitting across from them has answered the same question, sometimes in great detail, ten times before.
Yesterday Mother was asking what Tetsu's mother did during the day and I explained that Obaachan doesn't see very well so she doesn't watch TV or read, she is disabled so she can't walk and never goes out, she has meals on wheels delivered to her so she doesn't need to cook and social workers come in to do shopping and chores for her. Tetsu and I visit weekly. Grandma looked down at her book and then back up at me.
"What does Tetsu's mother do all day?"
"Not much."
What does MY mother do all day? She is not and has never been a TV watcher so there is no TV in her casita (there is one but she doesn't remember how to turn it on). She has always been a reader though she doesn't seem to mind losing her place in a book she's reading and picking it up to read at any ol' page she turns to. Here we are in our pajamas reading together. Like mother, like daughter. Scary!
There has been one library book that I borrowed for her written by a 13 year old, high functioning level autistic boy in Japan. Interestingly, every time she reads through a certain page (and I know she's read the same page at least 10 times over the past week!) she will comment.
"Isn't this grammar wrong? Shouldn't this be written 'We people with autism', rather than 'Us people with autism'. I don't think that is right."
My mother was an assistant textbook editor before she got married. She used to return my college letters to her with red marks on them.
ANYWAY... I explained that the book had been translated from Japanese... that the author was only 13 years old and besides he had a mild form of autism and that led into a long discussion about what autism is (and my mother was also an elementary school teacher for 25 years yet she claims she never heard the term autism. Is it possible in those days the term and the disorder wasn't recognized or is it just another thing she has forgotten?) So we have somewhat intelligent conversations together... And then a few minutes later she picks up the book again and says,
"Isn't this grammar wrong?"
"Just forget it Mother."
...which seems a stupid thing to say on my part considering the circumstances.
Mother also enjoys doing jigsaw puzzles and I found a great used one at the library for $2.
Done! I had to get a quilt jigsaw puzzle, right?
I think I'll go back to the library today and see if they have any more puzzles. And take the grammatically incorrect book back to them too...