March 24, 2005

In our future?

"Darling, I'm home. Anything interesting happen today?"

"Oh, not much. Talked to your mom today."

"How's she doing?"

"She's fine. She was a little worried about your dad. Seems he forgot where the car was parked at the mall again today."

"Yes, poor old dad's getting a bit forgetful. How's he doing now?"

"Much better. She found out he didn't have an advanced directive, so the nice people from the little clinic at their retirement village came to the mall and deprived him of oxygen for a few minutes. Oh, that reminds me, don't forget your good suit's in the cleaners."

"Thank you, Dear. Yes, poor old Dad. Well, at least he's not suffering any more. How's Mom doing?"

"A lot better now. Seems he was the one who drove them to the mall in the first place, and she ended up having to call a cab to get home. But she sends her love."

"I'll give her a call later. And the kids? Any problems with them?"

"Well... yes... I... had to put one of them down today."

"Oh... Well, which one?"

"Little Bobby... Now dear, I know he was your favorite and Little League was getting ready to start and all, but I really didn't have much of a choice..."

"If you say so... How'd it happen?"

"He was out having a catch with the Whitfield boys down the street, and took a pretty good lick to the head. That Petie Whitfield's got quite an arm... Anyway, he dropped like a steer at Uncle Ferd's farm on slaughtering day."

"Ouch! What happened then? He didn't suffer did he?"

"Oh, no Dear, not at all. He laid there for a while, and that nice lady down the street, what's her name... something Gomphers... anyway, she came over and looked him over and decided he was just too far gone to save. She's a certified hospice discharge planner, you know. She does this kind of thing every day."

"Well glad to know she was there to help out..."

"Yes, she was very sweet about it. She tested all of his responses and everything. He was just limp as a dishrag, and even nudging didn't bring him around, so we just let him go. Took a few minutes, and he started to struggle and push the pillow away, but she said that it was all involuntary and happens all the time... he wasn't really feeling it."

"That's a comfort. Yeah, I'm going to miss that boy... Bobby, right?"

"Yes. Bobby."

"Yes... So, what's for dinner?"

Posted by Mamamontezz at March 24, 2005 02:57 PM

Seems fairly normal to me.

Posted by: elliott at March 24, 2005 03:13 PM

"… anything on TV tonight, Honey?" Idiots!

Well said, Mama! I feel better now.

Posted by: ZiPpo at March 24, 2005 03:59 PM

I used to think "Soylent Green" was science fiction.

Posted by: Asher Abrams at March 24, 2005 04:29 PM

Can't roast 'em in the ovens anymore, pollutes the air.

Remember this come election day.

Posted by: Jack at March 24, 2005 10:24 PM

elliott ... Stop insulting the Pricks!

Mama ... You couldnt have illustrated better where all of this is headed ... The situation os so pathetic it's really sickening.


Posted by: RightWingRocker at March 24, 2005 10:38 PM

Well said Mama. It really is disgusting, and the more I hear about it the more it upsets me.

I am a day or two behind my promised post on this, but I am working on it now.

SlagleRock Out!

Posted by: SlagleRock at March 25, 2005 12:39 AM

Mama, help! My slow posting due to TDY has caused me to fall. Today I actually fell to Marauding Marsupial.

I have several things up, nothing stellar, but if anything is worthy point some people back my way!

That and email me damn it! I have been emailing with no response.

SlagleRock Out!

Posted by: SlagleRock at March 25, 2005 06:00 AM

Exactly where we are headed.
You know what gets me? People who say "well, this happens all the time, so why get so upset now?" Well, I would get so upset if I heard about the other cases. Just because it has happened before should I look the other way now? If there is a murder down the street should I just shrug my shoulders and ask who cares because murders happen all the time?

Posted by: Rachel Ann at March 25, 2005 08:39 AM

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood..."

Fact or fiction? Only the writer knows for sure. Or does she?

Posted by: wanda at March 26, 2005 12:33 AM
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