Sofas?? Please.

Ahhhh....such drama....and all created by me, between my ears.  I swanny.....I can make even the smallest things into Mt. Everst.  I am on the hunt for two different, yet similiar, projects.  A new sofa for mom and two new sofas for the Farm.  Now, you'd think that would not be a daunting task, but for some reason, it is for me.  I keep forgetting my mom is no longer the nit-picker perfectionist she once was and just needs something lovely to sit on that is comfortable.  It's ME that's trying so hard to please her and have it be perrrrrrrfect.  My sister is the one that could do this in the blink of an eye but she is only available on Fridays, due to her work schedule, and her Friday's fill up FAST.  The second drama is new sofas for the Farm and while I've found a couple with the help of my sister-in-law, Margie, I'm reluctant to pull the trigger.  Damn.... these are expensive and I'm not so sure they aren't a little too "Happy Trails Yee Haw".   While the scale is lots better, I'm just not sure we need more Western kitch than we already have, and if the object is to be thrifty, well.....good luck on that. 

I had lunch with mom last Friday and saw a side of her I'd never seen...at least not like I saw it then.  We were sitting at a table with another lady at the Plaza, whose dementia was a tad bit worse than mom's, and mom kept taking care of HER.  Even though mom couldn't decide what to eat for lunch, she watched this lady, nonchalantly, and would quietly ask me to "help her".  I cut up the lady's food, took her pickle away (she hated pickles), wiped her nose, etc.  Mom, meanwhile ate her lunch, but was uncannily aware of this lady.  What immediatley went through my head was, mom must be thinking this will soon be her.  That may not have been the case at all but by the time I left after lunch, I was so glad to be heading to the Farm as I could feel "the sadness" coming on.  And I hate that.
There was a softness--a gentleness--and a quiet dignity that mom had for the other lady that really got to me.  Before, mom's always just been sort of bossy and superior--or that's how I heard it.  This time it was different.  Really different.  Wow....the lessons just keep coming....