My Cute Little German Mother is going to spend the summer with my sister and her family in Colorado Springs .... OH, GLORIOUS DAY!! ... err, I mean, I’ll miss that little gem, but she’ll be back before long. Kidding aside, it has been a bit harder these past couple of months since she fell. But she’s getting around much better now and is looking forward to spending some time with her other grandchildren. She’s been worrying about what to pack for weeks already. I try to warn that they will be driving there and room will be very tight. But I think that is falling on deaf ears. I should probably pack a box and mail it to arrive just ahead of her. My sister and her gang arrive this weekend and stay a week. Then, they will all drive back, less my niece who still stay with me for a couple of weeks. I think I have it all planned out, but you know how that goes. My Little Cutie has gotten somewhat more demanding since her fall. Last week, the little diabetic made me get her two pieces of cheesecake from Jack-in-the-Box. Yep, she loves that stuff. I finally relented and we went to get what I first thought would be one piece, then at the window, she ordered two ... because she would need one the next day. “I can have anysing I vant ven my sugar is dat low,” she defended. “Da doctor says I can.” “Really? Well, I think I’ll go in and talk to him about that at your appointment next week,” I said. “You don’t need to talk to MY doctor ... and anyvay, I am 78 years old and I vill eat vat I vant, no matter vat he says.” And that was that. The path of least resistance may not be the brave path, or the right path, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s the path for me. By Monday she had eaten her two pieces of cheesecake and was sending my son off for more. “Jo-shoo-wa!” “What now, Oma? “Go get me some cheesecake.” Where?” “Taco Bell.” As you might have guessed, this wild goose chase led to his return with something other than the Jack-in-the-Box cheesecake she wanted. “It’s Sara Lee ... you like Sara Lee,” he said when she complained upon his return. When he learned that Taco Bell did not have cheesecake, he bought her a whole one from the grocery store. Four days later, that one was gone, too. Apparently she had been experiencing a prolonged, late-night drop in blood sugar. One evening after dinner, we were watching Family Feud. I’m not sure why, but we’ve been watching that from time to time lately. “Vhy does he (host John O’Hurley) put his arm around dose ladies so tight?’ asked the Cutie. “I don’t know,” I said. But Richard Dawson used to kiss them all on the mouth, so maybe it’s a step in the right direction. She can’t remember what the game shows are called. She calls “Wheel of Fortune,” “Dialing for Dollars.” I think that was a show on Channel 13 about 35 years ago. And no matter how many times she watches it, she can’t understand the way Deal or No Deal works. So, they get to a puzzle in Family Feud with the question, “Name something you do to keep your mind sharp when you’re older” or something to that effect. In the end, the remaining, unguessed answers were revealed. “Gingkoba/Vitamins.” “Oh, gingkoba ... vee need to get some of dat, Patsy.” “I’m afraid it may be too late,” I murmured. “Vat?” “It’s too late now, but I’ll get some when you send me back to Wal-Mart for your prescriptions.” I believe I’ve mentioned before how I feel about the prescription line at Wal-Mart. I’m sure my sis will come to love it as well. Patsy would love to hear your comments at poliver@ourtribune.com.