Finding Usefulness and Humor in the Difficult Situation of Living with an Elderly Parent.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
My Own Private Ida-Hell
Escape from Apartment 196
really like to know 'WTF'?! Not 3 minutes go by that I finally get
the plastic reclining chair arranged by the community pool on a mild
winter's day, then it goes from peaceful and silent to filled with
cacophonous noises. It's like I have a prisoner's anklet on that
lets the complex know that I'm outside and (un)ready to be pestered.
start making nonsensical noises in an upper apartment. Do I live on
a Tourette's ward? Someone comes out with country music blasting
while their cigarette smoke naturally wafts over in my direction. I
hear what I think are more Tourette's-stricken grunts at the complex
door entrance. After a few salvos, I peer over and see some guy. I
guess someone has to let him in, but guess what. It ain't me! If he
lives here, he should have a key; there is a phone box if a friend or
delivery person shows up; and I'm dozens of yards away behind a
locked pool gate. I'm wondering if he has a pair of binoculars to
see me in the first place.
don't hear grunts anymore and I speculate that he may have gone away.
I'm not curious enough to look in case that initiates the grunting
country music...God, more guttural pleas to be let in...I could have
sworn I heard the sound of a cane. The cane only means one thing:
Dadzilla is nearby. I look out of the corner of my eye. Nope, not
him. Not sure who just went around the corner.
good. The noisy jackass that lives right above me. His room that he
shares with his wife and small daughter is right above mine. He's
hocking up loogies. Pleasant, but typical.
older guy from an upstairs apartment has finally finished his
cigarette after about ten minutes. I looked up to see him once. He
was pretty quiet, so it wasn't an inconvenience. I just kept feeling
him staring at me.
Country Music has left his door open, as if he's providing the
marquee entertainment this evening. Sorry, sir. I didn't buy a
ticket for this show.
hear the spinning of a dryer in the laundry room. I find comfort in
non-human induced sounds. It is white noise. It's something I
prefer hearing with its mechanical monotonous tone..
there's a lady with a preschooler. This lady fancies herself a
singer, but I can't make out the language.
have to ponder the irony of it all. I came out to what I saw as a
quiet, peaceful place. I should have known that any place remotely
public would eventually come alive.
are the lengths one is willing to go when escape from Dadzilla and
sanity is at stake. I initially came out here because he came
inside, whistling all the way.
is why it's all too probable that I will never have peace until I'm
once again away on my own.