My, my, June has been a busy month.
Here are some of the stranger or more laborious tasks of the past few months, tasks which are all part of being in the Sandwich Generation. Only a few are awful.
|The newest addition to the Common Household:
our very own owl!
- birthdays, graduation, a college tour, driving lessons, and more birthdays. For Younger Daughter’s birthday we went to an escape room and successfully saved the world from a deadly disease, in only one hour! The puzzle was cleverly put together, and it was lots of fun.
- Tuning my aunt’s Soviet balalaika. A few months back I was surprised to learn that my aunt acquired a balalaika but was at least relieved to know that it was given to her for free. She has not played any musical instrument since playing violin in high school, but she says she wants to learn how to play “that song from Dr. Zhivago.” The chance of her doing that is about as likely as an overbearing reality-TV star with a comb-over becoming US President. In other words, never say never. My aunt and mom were unduly impressed that I found the “Online Balalaika Tuner.” It was necessary, because I don’t know the first thing about balalaikas.
- orchestrating a rather complicated series of medical appointments for my aunt. The whole thing was made blessedly simpler because my brother is able to take her, rather than me having to arrange transportation.
- having my own medical procedures discussed at length at the Old Folks’ Home by people I don’t know while I wasn’t even there. My aunt called and said, “Did you have surgery on your eye? I think maybe you did, but I can’t remember.” I said, “Yes, I had a very small growth removed from my eyelid. It wasn’t really surgery.” My aunt said, “Well, my friend is very concerned about your eye. What’s her name? It’s that Chinese woman. Oh, yes, Sherry Ottley*. She is very concerned about your eye.”
I have never heard of Sherry Ottley in my life. I certainly have never met her.
- duties as the junior member of the band program committee, which merely (ha!) puts together the paper on which your son or daughter’s name is listed, along with the musical selections the bands will play. Despite that simple description, it isn’t simple. But okay, it’s easier than chaperoning a band trip.
- moving Son out of his college dorm, and into his first apartment!
|Moving into one's own apartment is likely
to mean a trip to Target. This Target had
an escalator for the shopping carts.
- leading book club discussion. The book was David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants, by Malcolm Gladwell. The person who started the book club, my husband, insists that there be snacks. What kind of snacks should there be? I decided on slingshots constructed out of pretzels, fruit by the foot, and cemented with melted chocolate, only to have Son tell me that David used a sling, not a slingshot. I only made four of them because I thought no one would actually want to eat any. I was right. Fruit by the foot is edible, but it is hard to classify it as food.
* Name has been changed to protect the identity of meddling old ladies.