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A Bumper Crop of Carrots
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Saturday, December 10, 2022    Rated "G" by the Author.
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Having a great roommate means a lot when you’re in a skilled nursing unit, especially one who is comical.


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A Bumper Crop of Carrots

Two elderly ladies shared a room
in the hospital’s skilled nursing unit.
One was my eighty-five year old mother. 
The other was her ninety-three year old,
quick-witted “roomie” with swollen feet. 
Both were there for after-surgery therapy. 
The oldest complained about everything,
especially the food and daily therapy. 
“They treat ye like yer a little tiny kid.
Everthang ye do they jist applawwwwd,”
saying it like that to make it sound worse. 
“An’ I don’t know what it is about carrots,
but they put ‘em on yer tray ever day. 
They musta had a bumper crop this year.”
On this particular day, while I was visiting,
trays were brought in with the evening meal. 
Mother’s “roomie” discovered 
that her daily portion of carrots was missing. 
She asked my mother, “Did you git any?”
Mother told her, "No, I don't have any."
Right away the old lady sat up on the side
of her bed and lowered her bare, swollen
feet to that cold, skilled nursing unit floor. 
Then she picked up the phone to call her
granddaughter with whom she lived. 
Once the granddaughter answered,
her grandmother said, “Honey, I won’t ye ta
brang me some carrots down hyear quick. 
They didn’t brang me any—not nary a one.”
And so, Mother and I were entertained
the entire time I was there for a visit. 
But I'd say Mother was entertained
the entire time she was in skilled nursing. 

©️Copyright 2022 By David Lee Thompson

 

 


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Reviewed by Nancy Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 27, 2024
I giggled, but knowing I am defined as elderly by my government, I got serious and reread your realistic narrative to make certain that the older lady did complain that she got carrots every day and then complained when she did not get any. Now I am concerned about reaching a certain age. Am I destined to be dissatisfied with whatever life or old age throws at me? Seems that I read decades ago that the purpose of writing is to inform, persuade or entertain, not sure I remember correctly. I take comfort in your Mother being entertained instead of demanding. It is good that a narrative can take this reader from giggling to thoughtful reflection on senility and ultimate demise. I hear and see both ladies in this short character sketch. I am pleased to meet both ladies.

Reviewed by Connie Faust
Reviewed on December 27, 2022
I can't believe I didn't review this the first time I read it, David. I absolutely love it! It reminds me of the time my Pop threw his spaghetti on the floor in his nursing home. He casually explained it to the aide when he pointed to an imaginary sign and said, "see that sign? It says "Today throw food on floor!" He believed in following rules!
Than
Also, I wanted to tell you, I followed your directions and finally wrote a Christmas poem (The Baby Who Loved Everybody") Not sure of what direction it was taking. When I got to the last verse, it was like the Lord just would not let me write a light ending to it. He wanted the Gospel for all to see! Happy Birthday, Jesus! May all the world see and believe that He came to save sinners! Thanks for giving me a push when I needed it!

Reviewed by Jms Bell
Reviewed on December 17, 2022
I ENJOYED THIS DAVID...IT REALLY MADE ME LAUGH HOW HUMAN NATURE IS SUCH A CONTRARY THING. WE ARE NEVER SATISFIED....COMPLAINING WHEN WE GET WHAT WE DON'T WANT, BUT THEN AGAIN COMPLAINING WHEN WE DON'T GET IT. I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE I'VE HEARD COMPLAIN ABOUT THE HEAT OF SUMMER, BUT THEN...IN THE MIDST OF WINTER COMPLAIN ABOUT THE COLD AND CAN'T WAIT FOR SUMMER TO COME. A BUMPER CROP, INDEED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed on December 13, 2022
This is priceless. Enjoyed it so much, David.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull
Reviewed on December 11, 2022
Yes I've shared a two occupant room several times while recovering and find that my roommate is entertaining. In this old girl you're describing is really a character who knows what she wants and when she wants it. Must give your mother lots of chuckles.

When my grandmother was in a nursing hospital with Alzheimer's, her roommate was either 97 or 98. When she learned of her son or daughter's death, she put her clothes on, left the hospital in north central Wisconsin and took the bus to the funeral in Indiana, a trip of over 300 miles. When the funeral was over, she returned. That is gumption if I ever heard of it!

I have carrots every day, raw, at lunch. But I noticed when they are cooked that they seem to be all sugar like a sugar beet or sweet potato. And, as I chop away on them with my aging teeth, bits and pieces tend to get stuck. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm getting too much sugar by eating them raw? I also wonder if they contain beta-carotene. It's in the name. My eyes are still played good, too. Could it be carrots?

Ron

Reviewed by Diana Wiles
Reviewed on December 11, 2022
This brought a big smile to my face David…the word ‘contrary’ comes to mind…!
I love the photo of those fresh carrots…straight from the ground…delicious…!

Diana…🍃


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