Thursday, October 21, 2010


Part 12 In A Series

All my life I've come up with nicknames for people — mostly for those who I don't know their real names. In the last installment, I wrote about The Bugaboo. Today I introduce you to Picasso.

Picasso came to the assisted care facility over the summer. She had been in a couple of places before where they said she stayed in bed and resisted all efforts to get her up and about.

Here, she has improved greatly. The staff is able to get her up, dressed, and out amongst the other residents.

She's got some quirks, and can be a real Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. She likes to attach herself to other women in the place and I've noticed this behavior with my Mom. Picasso will sit next to them, caress their arms, tenderly kiss them on the shoulder, etc. She also talks about going home and asks them if they'll come home with her. I don't know if she is a lesbian or just friendly. It doesn't really matter since no one is going anywhere.

On the other hand, she can get agitated and is quick to swear. She likes the term "sons a bitches." One day she thought, courtesy of her paranoia and dementia, that they'd forgotten her for lunch. (I checked and she'd eaten.) But she went on and on about how those sons a bitches had forgotten her, she was going to take care of them, etc.

Now, you might be thinking, why have I chosen the nickname Picasso rather than Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. Well, kittens, I'm much more clever than that!

It turns out that, like Picasso, she likes to "paint" shitty pictures. Let's just say she has a fondness for her own fecal material and likes to be creative with it.

Also see:
Part 1: The Klepto
Part 2: The Slapper
Part 3: The Baby Mama
Part 4: Socks
Part 5: The Jackrabbit
Part 6: Gidget
Part 7: Twinkle Toes
Part 8: Pittsburg and Tex
Part 9: The Bird Flicker
Part 10: The Imp, The Lesbian Haircut, and The Bitch
Part 11: The Bugaboo


Greg said...

Oh My! I didn't see that coming. Now I have to try and get that image out of my mind so I can sleep.

Maybe they should give her some non-toxic paints, those that they would give to pre-schoolers, so that she could expend her creative talents with those rather than produce her own.. er... pigments.

Jenn said...

Oh no...I saw this coming but really didn't want to. Poor dear, a mess...literally!

karen said...

the name fits as do all of your nicknames.