Smile and Keet Noothing

I have read about those Challenges. I’ve seen them here on WP for things such as kindness, photography, gratitude. There are many and I love the idea–I often read them–but I rarely participate. I’m not sure why, but after yesterday I am rethinking my behavior.

I went to see mom. She’s 88 and now calls Independent Living her home. Indeed, it’s quite nice and she’s made many friends. She’s nestled into a cozy apartment perfect for her at this time in her life.

But, often with age comes inactivity which, as expected, directly affects health. My sister and I encourage our mother to walk on a regular basis. Her doctors have suggested a daily, 30 minute walk. Mom uses a cane in the halls and when she leaves the building. Inside her apartment and our homes, she walks very well without help. She is not fragile, and for 88, is in pretty good health (not counting the arthritis in her fingers).

Yesterday, mom agreed to walk the halls. I was determined to keep her moving for 30 minutes. It was 10:23. I grabbed my phone, she her cane and keys, and off we went. We’d been strolling but a few minutes when we ran into Eleanor. Eleanor is very chatty. The fall six weeks back that cracked her tailbone changed the course of her daily activities. We met up on the first of her two, daily walks. We chatted for several minutes, including about the family history of those she knew back in Ohio with the same last name as mom, then turned to go. I like Eleanor. It was very good for mom to see what Eleanor can do after a severe injury. It’s an example I’ve parked on the back burner.

And, I’ll fess up: I prolonged our chat with Eleanor. We marveled over her comeback from that nasty fall and how much fun Genealogy can be…partly because I saw Ed leave his apartment. He was heading our way. I like Ed. But Ed’s a hugger. This is flu season and I do not want to shake hands, I do not want to hug or breathe in sickly molecules. I don’t want to touch door knobs. I’m far from unfriendly; this is survival

Ed did not stop and offer hugs, thankfully, as we engaged in conversation with Eleanor. He walked past us and I was most thankful.

Her smile spoke volumes: she spied us before we knew what hit us. No sooner had we left Eleanor and were turning around when we saw Blanche sitting in a chair in her room. Her door was wide open; she was watching the hall. She said nothing but her grin did. It was that “come hither” and “I know you want to” look. Under my breath I smiled and said to mom, “Keet noothing,” you know, the language ventriloquists use to prevent the lips from touching. But mom, in her sweetness, said to me, “Oh, you have to see her toothpick containers.” I kept smiling. Before I knew it we were standing inside Blanche’s apartment marveling over her display–the count must exceed 150–on the five wooden shelf units attached to a wall behind her strategically placed chair. Blanche had collected containers of varying color, shape, material, and theme from the world over. It was impressive.

After walking the full length of mom’s floor and as we neared the elevator, I suggested we tackle the floor above. She was game and I was soon to find out why. We enjoyed seeing how people decorate their doors, the ceramic animals that sit outside and the cheery quilts on some. We enjoyed the various Welcome signs that greet visitors as they approach. I pointed it out when I saw that a Margaret lives in 310. Mom’s name is Margaret, and her address of 51 years before Independent Living was 310. We both smiled.

There was one door in particular that made me smile. It wasn’t the lady ready for Valentine’s Day whose door sparkled with red streamers and hearts on both sides. Nor was it the lady whose door welcomed visitors with a stream of red Valentine lights. It was this:

nuts-at-the-home_jan-2017-1I think it appalled mom who is very private and wouldn’t in a million years do what I was about to do. That didn’t stop me. I pulled out my camera and took not one but two shots of this wooden sign. I didn’t just smile, this one made me laugh. I pocketed my phone and we continued.

Visiting is fine, but I was on a mission. Apparently, so was mom. I was about to find out what she wanted to see. We continued down the hall. She’s been telling me about the noise directly above her apartment. She said it’s a man and he’s awfully loud. Under her breath, she mentioned his name. But as we approached the door above her apartment, she was surprised to see the name on the door wasn’t the one she expected. The man who lives directly above mom is not the man she’d assumed. The one she’s been mad at lives further down the hall and around the corner. We both smiled and finished our tour.

We headed back to mom’s apartment. As we walked inside I looked at the time. It was 11:01. Bingo! We did it.

As I reflect on yesterday’s visit, I realize that I smiled many, many times while on our walk. Mom did too as she proudly introduced me to her many friends. She learned a few things as did I. The walk was nostalgic, friendly, inspiring, humorous, and healthy, if not a bit nutty.

From now on, I aim to find the smiles, to challenge myself to find the joy. Sometimes it’s in the little things, in simple moments with loved ones, that bring happiness.

When it gets a little nutty, and it will, just smile and keet noothing.

❤ What are the little things that bring you joy and smiles? ❤

  10 comments for “Smile and Keet Noothing

  1. February 4, 2017 at 2:45 pm

    What a happy post Karen, made me smile, you painted such a lovely picture of all those characters. And LOVE that nutty sign. 😊

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    • February 4, 2017 at 3:04 pm

      I think I need to make one of those signs for my door. It’s just so cheery, somehow, and makes us all equal. 🙂

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  2. January 29, 2017 at 2:32 pm

    Such a great story composed of small, happy things. I like the visual of you and your mom walking together, chatting, greeting people, enjoying how people decorate their homes. And, best of all I’m impressed you found such pleasure in the hallways of an independent living complex. That makes me smile even more than your favorite door sign.

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    • January 29, 2017 at 2:44 pm

      Thank you, Janet. Yes, she’s in a great place. Most folks are able, many are frail with health issues, and a few I’ve wondered about: should they be on the Assisted side? But mom, for 88, is pretty darned healthy. Great genes along her line. She’s actually had a hard time this winter because many of her house mates have died. It’s hard when it’s all around you, when it’s the talk at dinner about who went last, who is really sick, who fell. But, she knows it’s part of what you see when you live in a senior home. Thankfully there is wisdom and humor. Just gotta keep looking for it. ❤

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  3. January 28, 2017 at 7:59 am

    I LOVED that sign. I’ll have to try and make one someday soon. I’ve been doing some research into independent living but the places here are quite costly. They are most everywhere. It’s just wonderful that your mother has made so many friends there and enjoys visiting with them. You are right to keep her moving. I need to do more walking too. I used to drive myself to the mall to walk it but that is getting harder to do. When the weather is good, my neighborhood has lots of hills and that is a good, healthy walk. Soon. Thanks for sharing this. I like your mom. 😉

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    • January 28, 2017 at 10:11 am

      You would LOVE mom. She is the sweetest person I know. I had the same thought about making one of those nutty signs. Isn’t that the best? Yes, we need to keep mom moving. Many health benefits of daily walks. It takes everything we have and then some for her to afford IL. It’s tight. Her friends say the very same thing. One thing about the older generation…they are quite diverse. From health, to education levels, literacy, to income, to political views and everything in between, they are extremely varied…which makes me wonder how they all come to one place and can afford said residence. Diversity makes for a very rich environment for those who reach out. Mom has friends of all ages which enriches her life. Your neighborhood sounds great! Have a great day! 🙂

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  4. January 27, 2017 at 1:44 pm

    Great advice!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Lynne Olson
    January 27, 2017 at 10:51 am

    well this is good to know, that its not the man upstairs that she has been mad at…. see what happens when you go for a walk

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    • January 27, 2017 at 11:58 am

      All KINDS of things happen as we found out.


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