Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Tuesday night is dinner party night

We have a new and old tradition in our family - Tuesday night dinners. When I was a kid, Tuesday night was one of my dad's visitation nights. He'd take my sister and I out to dinner while my mother was at night school. We continued our dinners long after my mother got her degree, but finally as my sister and I became adults it was harder and harder to keep it up.

Fast forward 15 years. My father was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's disease. He'd most likely been experiencing symptoms for years, but we just chalked it up to his natural ditziness or his habit for smoking something he probably ought not. We realized that we didn't have that many years of good times together, so we restarted our Tuesday night tradition. With the addition of my sister's husband, my husband, my husband, and my daughter, it wasn't financially feasible for us all to go out to eat. So the Tuesday night dinner party was born.

Last night my stepmother was out of town and my sister and her husband had to work, so it was just my father and my immediate family. We hosted at our house. Lemme tell you how my last night went:

With my stepmother out of town, it was iffy whether he would remember our dinner or not. So I waited until early afternoon to even invite him, and then 10 minutes before he needed to be here I called to remind him. If he had remembered to come, he would have already left. Naturally, he forgot. I told him to come on over, that dinner would be just coming out of the oven. Now, it should take no more than 20 minutes for him to get to my house, so I was a little concerned when 40 minutes later he still wasn't here. He probably just took time to get dressed before he left, I think. So I call his house and get no answer. Good, he's left.

Meanwhile, my mother-in-law calls me to get the update on my grandmother. I hadn't told you that part yet. It was about midafternoon when I got a call from my mother saying that my grandmother had fallen outside her house, and that she'd been laying on the ground calling for help for 30 minutes before a neighbor saw her. (No broken bones, by the way. We think she'll be okay.) So, all the while I'm trying to get dinner together and trying to order things so that my father will remember to show up, I'm playing phone call clearinghouse receiving updates from my mother at the emergency room and then passing that information on to all interested parties.

So I'm on the phone with my mother-in-law giving her the update on my grandmother while Tony is shuffling around all the food in the kitchen either finishing up the cooking or trying to keep it warm. And that's when my dad calls. "Hi hon," he says, "It looks like I've gotten myself lost."

So I quickly end my conversation with MIL and proceed to find out how far off track my father is and give him real-time directions all the way to my house. AAAAAAAHHHH!!!! It was at that point that my brain started to explode.

Anyway, the dinner worked out really nice. My father was on good behavior, we think because it was such a small group. Sometimes at our "dinner parties" he can be overly self-centered or thinks it's fun to get my daughter all riled up. The previous week he had said something very hurtful to me, and then had no memory of having said it. I was a bit nervous about this week, but we ended up having a lovely time together as a family.

After dinner, I went over to my grandmother's house and sat with her while my mother ran a few errrands in order to get settled in to stay with her for a few days.

So that was my Tuesday night dinner party night - stressful, but filled with feelings of kinship and the interdependence that is part and parcel with such closeknit groups.

Toodles,

8 comments:

Janna said...

Wow! That sounds really stressful! I'll bet your grandmother is sore. I hope she is fine and doesn't fall again! And I hope things go better with your dad. Remember, during all the chaos that can happen, you have to take a bit of time to take care of your needs too.

T.Allen-Mercado said...

Aaah family,we don't get together often now that we're 3k miles away. You're right about the stress, but it's still the stuff of which great novels are made!

Your grandmother is in my good thoughts!

Debbie Nelson said...

Anne,

Your grandmother is in my thoughts and prayers.

Today, March 12th, would have been my Dad's 85th birthday. How I miss him and being with him! I know life can be stressful because of our loved ones...but one day you will cherish these memories!

Denise Felton said...

Holy mackeroly, girl! I hope you were really lazy on Wednesday to make up for all of that!

Paula said...

Dear Anne,
Thank you so much for posting my tutorial on the Craft Gossip Sewing Blog! That was so sweet of you!

I hope your grandmother is feeling better! I am sorry to hear about her fall and about your dad! I am glad you had a nice dinner with him!

Have a lovely weekend,
Paula

P.S. Your little girl did a beautiful job with her doll quilt!!!

Paula said...
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Sorry, my comment posted twice so I deleted one!

A Spoonful Of Sugar said...

Hope your Grandmother is making a good recovery! It is wonderful to be part of a close family - even if it is a bit busy at times.

Thanks so much for posting my tutorial to Craft Gossip - much appreciated! Hope you have a wonderful weekend.