[Origin 2008, from Latin perfectus, to finish + Latin exactus, to weigh]
1. Precisely, completely, to the uttermost. "Is that the itchy spot? Perxactly!"
2. Adequate in every respect; "That is perxactly the itchy spot."
3. Fully accurate; "Perxactly right."
(Darrow Family Unabridged Dictionary of Rose-isms, 2008)
The last several days have been full of conversation. Mom has been talking, laughing, frowning, rolling her eyes, instructing...every hour has a Rose story.
The conversation picked up the pace on Sunday evening. Monday morning, she offered us a new word when she couldn't scratch an itch on her hip. I hit the spot perxactly. Nothing but perxaction for my mom.
This next story is a little personal but Suzy and I agreed I needed to lay aside propriety for the sake of the bloggers. As we started our morning routine on Monday, I had not yet changed my clothes (I usually sleep in my clothes when I'm with Mom). To make things fun and interesting for Mom, I told her I was about to perform an amazing feat by holstering my bosom without removing my shirt. Without fanfare I succeeded and announced to her, "There! I'm holstered!" To which she replied, "Could I have some of that?" After Suzy and I recovered enough to speak, I told her, "Mom, I got them from you!" She shook her head and said, "Well, shame on me."
Mom has been enjoying the Olympics every day. We watched Michael Phelps win his eighth gold. Jodi told me the other day that Mom and Paul were watching together, and that each had very interesting takes on the unfolding events. Paul and Mom have a special relationship that I can only describe as antagonistic affection.
There are so many moments to share, so much laughter, and not enough time to capture it all. But we'll continue to share the highlights with you.
Before I left for home on Monday I asked Mom if I could take her picture. As much as we tried to get her to laugh, she just didn't. We asked her what happened to her smile. She said with concern, "I think I've lost it."So, the picture below is her best effort, but not reflective of her demeanor.
Suzy told me today that Mom had a moment when she seemed sad. Suzy asked her what was wrong, and she said, "I don't think I have many days left." Suzy asked her if she was sad, and she said she wasn't. Suzy told her, "You know what, I think attitude is everything. So what attitude are we going to have today?" Mom replied in song. Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy
A kid'll eat ivy too
Wouldn't you
Singing is always the right thing to do. Perxactly.
1 comment:
that song has been going through my mind a lot lately!
I'm relieved there wasn't a picture of your "holsteredness".
that was a funny funny story!!
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