Will We Ever Laugh About This?

In ten years, if I am still breathing, I will look back on all of this and laugh. Somehow that’s not a consolation. Oh well, I guess in life the consolation prize is just getting through every day. Whew that was heady!

Marcellia, mom’s care giver, called to say she didn’t think it was working out. When I was there three days ago everything was fine, but now they’re not. Something about how my mother gets upset when Marcellia doesn’t eat and she doesn’t want my mother to be upset. I tried not to laugh but it wasn’t easy. “Marcellia, my mother gets upset when Percy, the next door neighbor’s dog doesn’t eat. Believe me, it’s not you -- she hates it when anyone within a five mile radius misses a meal.” David said I should have made my career in mediation—I was brilliant. But all I know is that we dodged a bullet today but it won’t be for long.

That being said, when we called Aunt Peppy this morning, (my mother’s twin) David said she was totally incoherent. I was surprised because her daughter had been with her and never would have left if she was even questionably ill, but apparently I was wrong.
At some point late this afternoon Aunt Peppy called her daughter from the floor of her living room—she was flat on her back. You might ask how, why what’s going on? I cannot give you that information because there were more than three Dubroff’s (that’s all of my cousins) involved in the event and when that happens there is no accuracy in any story that you hear. You can pick the parts of the story you like but they are not necessarily true. What I know is that: 1. After an hour of waiting for the ambulance Peppy is on her way to the hospital. 2. Stevie is with Aunt Peppy and they are still waiting for the ambulance. 3. The ambulance driver broke the door down because Aunt Peppy didn’t answer. 4. Peppy’s daughter is driving back to Newburgh in hopes that someone found her mother. 5. Someone named Chucky pulled Aunt Peppy out from under her bed and went with her to the hospital. 6. Cousin Debbie sent Steven home and is with Aunt Peppy, 7. My mother went next door to Helen’s to eat dinner and make sure Percy had a meal.

Here’s the good news. 1. Jordan’s roommate Ben spent the weekend with us. He is truly a delight. It was like having Jordan here because he sings all the time. He was in NY to have his head shots taken so he brought enough clothing for a month—it almost didn’t fit in Jordan’s room but he wanted to make sure he was prepared. He went to two Broadway shows, all our favorite diners and spent at least 12 dollars taking the E train back and forth across town. 2. Jordan played our favorite tunes on her radio show—she even dedicated a song to us. It was “Milk and Honey” from the Broadway show “Milk and Honey. A dedication usually requires a serious amount of begging but Ben called her and in just minutes we heard the song. He actually wanted something from an Amish Musical – I can’t remember the name—but he was a good guest and asked for the song I wanted. Yes, there is a Amish musical, even I couldn’t make that up. 3. David’s back seems to be better. Last night when we were leaving David Fishers’ wonderful party he fell, as did I and our new friend Jeff. We all tripped on the same step but we probably won’t sue. It is Fisher after all. I was not bruised and only upset because I dropped three pieces of chocolate cake. Jeff seemed to be fine, But David put his back somewhere—I don’t think it was out. It was more around. So we iced it and he’s heavily medicated. But he seems to be better—and that’s good news. 4. The Philippine restaurant next to the Comfort Diner will deliver to us—not that we would ever call them. 6. The Comfort Diner remains a great place for breakfast. 7. They are selling an apartment identical to ours for $569,000. Will they get it? Who cares. Even if they only get $520,000 we’re in good shape. 8. And we reconnected with Howard Wexler. Howard always makes me smile.

That’s all the family news I have but I have some political predications. If Hillary doesn’t get someone to help work on her voice she will never be the President. When she speaks, what comes out is this shrill monotone strident sound. People who watch TV or even go on the web want not only pleasant sentiment, they want to be able to listen without running from the room with their hands covering their ears. No kidding, there is a simple fix , just pick up the phone and call a speech therapist instead of a media trainer. Here’s my other thought (I had more than one today), If Huckabee runs with Hagel against any of the announced or impending Democratic candidates, the Democrats are in deep deep poop. Send your thoughts and Prayers to Aunt Peppy. We’re just sayin...Iris