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My kids play a game called, Oh Really? The object of the game is to say something that is obviously incorrect and have somebody correct you. If you can do it you score a point. It goes something like this:

The sky sure is a bright green today.
The sky isn’t green, its blue.

Last Sunday I scored a couple of points off my son-in-law while he was watching a soccer match. I got one off my son too. A couple of hours later my Dad asked me if his stimulus check had come in he mail that morning.

“Dad, it’s Sunday, the mail didn’t run.”

“POINT!” he says. And nobody had explained the game to him, he figured it out on his own. Since then he’s gotten me 4 or 5 times. The last time he said, “I’m dying, but I’m not feeble.”

And to be honest with you, that’s one of the hard things for me. His body is betraying him, but he’s still as smart, and as quick with his mind, as he ever was. We played poker last night for a couple of hours and at least 10 times he told me what I was holding. “You made your two pair,” “You hit that straight,” “You made a set.” Each time he was right.

My Mom is bedridden, she can’t see, she’s going too, and she’s still mentally sharp too. I asked my Dad the other night if he needed another cup of coffee and he told me he only has two cups at night. My Mom didn’t miss a beat and said, “Yeah, more than that might kill him.”

I know that it is a blessing that they can still comunicate, and are still in full possesion of their faculties, but to know that they are still in those frail bodies just somehow doesn’t seem fair. I am grateful that we can talk, and laugh, and share memories. At home my next door neighbor has Alzheimers and to see him work in the yard, physically he’s still fine, but he doesn’t know anyone. Two sides of the same coin, getting old. Getting old isn’t for the faint of heart, that’s for sure.


  1. I realize you don’t know me, but I stumbled upon your blog a couple of months or so ago, and returned because you made me laugh out loud, just like my baby brother. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that you are in my prayers. Getting older really isn’t for the faint at heart, but what a blessing that you are able to spend this time with both of your parents.

  2. Getting old is definitely not for wimps. I had a long talk with Gary last night. One down and oneto go. Hubs will have to talk with his parents. I think that would be just too weird coming from me. Good to hear the peeps are still so sharp. Hope you’re getting some rest too. Take care of yourself.

  3. My Mom died of Alzheimers a couple of years ago. My Hubby & I are at that age where we’ve started caring for our parents instead of the other way around. I have a lovely summer diversion for you (and your Mom, who sounds like a funny gal): Looking for some “creative help,” if you’ve got a second. Please check out my post for today at –thanks!

  4. Very true; geting old sucks, but it could be worse for your parents (who sound wonderful, BTW). I’m going to start that game in my house!

  5. Will you please send a couple more examples of the game to use for explaining it to my kids? thx

  6. You’d think as often as we play “Oh, Really?” we’d have a handful of really awesome examples, but nothing comes to mind.

    The secret is to play the game around people that can’t help but correct others when they’re wrong. It drives them crazy trying to correct you, and you can rack up a lot of points that way.

    (Miss you dad)(love you dad)(cletus kicks hello)

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