Have I mentioned that my MIL loves music? As in LOVES music. LOVES LOVES LOVES music. A million years ago when her memory was being evaluated by a young nurse, they started talking about favorite singers, favorite bands. The nurse was impressed because the last CD that she had bought was the last CD my MIL had bought (okay, we bought for her. But still). Some young handsome singer who's name escapes me...Recently she's decided she like R.ob Z.ombie. Specifically the song "Dr.agula." Don't ask me why. It's been playing here and there because it's near Halloween. She's heard it enough times that she's been emboldened to sing along.
Have I mentioned my MIL's musical ability? No? Well, perhaps it's because... bless her heart, she ain't got any. She sings so off-key and out of time, out of rhythm that a friend of mine who likes to record "alternative music" wants to get her on tape. She's both that charming and that awful. Awful awful.
Yesterday, we're driving back from the grocery store. (I always take her when we go grocery shopping, because there's nothing she enjoys more than the produce section. Can spend hours in there...) And the radio is on, and we're flipping the channels, and "Dr.agula" comes on... And my eighty-plus year old MIL warbles along with Mr. Z.ombie, bopping her head, slapping her hands and not getting a single word right...
Feel free to sing along...
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You realize that you are a parent already? I can only imagine how trying it must be to be the caretaker for an Alzheimer's patient. But it sounds like it is infinitely rewarding in some ways...
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