Saturday Afternoon Memories

Jalál (Glory), 10 Mulk (Dominion), 169 B.E. - Saturday, February 16, 2013 about 3:10 P.M. Pacific Time

It's Saturday afternoon and clouds cover most of the sky. I remember a Saturday afternoon when my mother and I went out to eat. Mom like going to a restaurants. When she was working at the Showboat we would go out to eat once a week. Mom work at the Showboat for years and she continued working there when it changed hands and became the Castaways.

Mom worked in the coffee shop and then later in the Employee's Dining Room. Mom enjoyed working, in fact she worked until she was in her early 80s and the hotel casino closed its doors. After the business closed and Mom retired, we continued to go out to eat about once a month. We finally had to stop going out because it became difficult for Mom to get in and out of the car.

I miss going out to eat with Mom. I have not been out to eat this year, In fact, I have not been out to eat since October of last year. At least, I do not think I have been out to eat since October of 2012, not to a real restaurant anyway. I might have bought fast food, but that is not going to a restaurant because I purchase the food to bring home instead of eating in the restaurant.

Mother’s Day is Sunday, May 8, 2011

Jamál (Beauty), 4 Jamál (Beauty), 168 BE – Sunday, May 1, 2011 about 3:14 PM Pacific Time

Mother’s Day is in one week. I am not sure what to get Mom, last year I bought her a giant Mother’s Day card at the 99¢ Only Store. I would like to get her something different in 2011, but I have no idea what.

I found a photo of Mom and me, which I am posting with this entry. We set for the photo several years ago when Mom still worked at the Showboat Hotel Casino in Las Vegas. At the time, Mom worked as a food server in the coffee shop.

Mom enjoyed working in the coffee shop and she liked the people that worked with her. I do not know how much Mom remembers of that part of her life. I do not know if Mom remembers sitting for the photo. The Alzheimer’s disease has taken its toll on her and on the family. I never know what Mom remembers of yesterday or of the past ten or twenty years.

I attempt to get her to talk about the Showboat, sometimes she will talk about those years and sometimes she is silent. I will see what I can do to get her to talk about it this week; perhaps she will say something that I can use in a Mother’s Day gift.

I miss the woman my mother was before the Alzheimer’s disease. I am my mother caregiver and Mom is not the same woman who worked as a food server in the coffee shop at the Showboat. Then Mom was independent and happy.