Today has been my what I like to call my Long day Thursday. My usual routine is thrown totally our of whack. I get up early and head over to the Nurse’s house and then fall asleep on the couch waiting for Cam-Man to wake up and then go back to my house, and start my day.
Today was a little different, first of all, I don’t have the beloved Rav 4. I have the Farmer’s “truck”. Now folks, I am used to driving my Rav 4, or the Electricians’s Chevy S10, but I am sporting the Farmers Chevy Silverado with a king cab.
This is not the Farmer’s truck, but it looks kinda like this. Okay, for the record, I am 4’11”, and had to use the “crawl” bar that is on the Farmer’s truck to just get into the cab.. Why am I driving this? you ask, well, let me tell you. After the Nurse’s car “blew up” so to speak…I asked the Farmer to borrow his “Truck” (which I may add has been neglected because he is sporting a new Toyota“) Was simply because the Nurse had to have her car go to the Auto Dr. and have it fixed.
I volunteered my Rav 4 to the Nurse, and begged the Farmer for the Truck, (which has been neglected in the garage, but I will get to that). When the whole thing went down, I asked the Farmer if I could borrow his truck for a few days, and HE LET ME HAVE IT…..ok, forgive me for being silly, because I am not usually allowed to drive his vehicles, and I am truly honored, that I got to take his beloved truck for a day or so.
While I may seem like I am being nasty, I really am not. I am just telling the Farmer in my own way, I LOVE YOUR TRUCK. Was I scared, YES, folks it’s a BIG truck. I managed to drive it, AND park it back into the garage it is housed in. Uh… I have NEVER parked a car, truck or even a lawn mower in a garage, because well…I haven’t.
I’m a little loopy, because this is my “long” day. But what I do want to say, is, Thank you to the Farmer for entrusting me with his truck, conversations throughout this morning were tense. It’s been raining in my area today, and some serious rain at that, and the Farmer although I know he trusts me, was worried some about his truck. I can say the truck and me came out fine, (although I did have him park in the garage for the last time, because I might have or might not have cut it a little to close the last time I parked it in the garage.)
I lead an incredibly Blessed life, folks, I’m not kidding. There are no words to describe, my life in the past 24 hours…..there is a bunch more to this story, but…I’m, pooped.
To My Momma, who thought today was her Birthday, there are no words to describe the Love I have for you.
To the Farmer, there are not enough words to even begin to describe how I feel about you. Arguing, and giggling, and just the warm hugs, our love for Momma, shining through, and I was paying attention to what you told me, and I hope you were paying attention to what I told you.
I am the daughter of a Parkinson’s Momma, with the love of her and my Father….tomorrow is another day….
For those of you that follow my blog, you may remember a post called “Valuable lesson”. In that post, I shared that animals must think I am a Dr. Doolittle character, because numerous animals find their way into the Rav 4. In this particular story, I told y’all about driving ever so nonchalantly to the Farmer’s house and looking down at the floor board on the passenger side, and there was happily riding along with me a mouse. I did get the mouse out of the Rav4, by pulling into the Farmer’s garage and running the vacuum cleaner all over the car. I actually never gave that poor little mouse another thought after all that was back in August of last year.
This past week, while I was taking the trash out of the house, to the garbage bin in the garage, I saw my “little friend”. I was getting ready to put the bags into the bin, when I noticed, I must have scared him/her, because it jumped out of the bin and went running to the back of the garage. While normally, I enjoy seeing “old friends”, I’m afraid I didn’t treat this one with my normal manners. I dropped the trash and went running at top speed into the house screaming the whole way. I decided, I wasn’t going to take the trash out for a couple of days.
When Momma saw me, she saw that I was a bit rattled, and I tried to explain to her about the mouse. Momma’s reaction was, “How can you be scared of Jerry? That nasty Tom is always trying to eat him”. Ok, I think the Farmer and Momma watch way to much, of old “Tom & Jerry cartoons”. I did tell the Farmer, about it, and all’s he could do was laugh.
The next evening, I got a call from the Farmer, who I could tell was highly amused about something. He was calling to ask me, on my way over to his house the following morning, would I please stop and get some “mouse killer”, apparently, Caregiver Beth had a run in with the mouse and she is even more scared of them then I am. I promised to make the stop the next morning.
However when I logged onto Facebook, I saw this message:
now that im done be scared out of my mind, im at work and I have a great job til i went to take out the garbage today, anyone who knows me, know im scared to death of mice so i hit the garage door opener walked out there and as i go in the garage a mouse falls right by my feet screamed and was trying to get out of the garage as the mouse is trying to get up the wall i swear i almost peed my pant and had a heart attack i was ready to jump on my bosses new car but i figured he would kill me so i ran as fast as i could in the house anyways so now everyone know MICE SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF ME SORRY JOANNE U GOT THE GARBAGE TIL UR FRIEND IS GONE !!!!! My night at work.
Just an update to the story, My little friend is gone. Phew…….
Where I live in Central Illinois, we got a heck of a snow storm yesterday and last night, it is probably the most snow we have had all of this winter season. It would have been nice if it happened in December, but not especially in March. Last night, the Electrician and I watched it, had our power flicker about 3 times, and at one point, the Electrician went out and shovelled off our deck. Simply for the fact, it was a very heavy and wet snow, and I did not want the deck to collapse. While areas around us, got up to 18.5 inches of snow, we thought we were lucky with the 11′ we got.
This morning dawned and the Electrician went out and shovelled the sidewalk, and also cleared off both of our cars, but it was still snowing. He went to work and gave me strict instructions, I was not to go anywhere. He called several times on his normal 25 minute ride to work, which took him almost an hour, and told me it was bad.
The Farmer called me several times this morning, and while I guess His area did not get what I had, and he informed the roads were clear, I told him, at this point, I could not get out of my driveway. The Electrician had dug out my driveway so to speak, but my neighbor came along and used his snow blower to make my driveway more accessible. I had yet to see a snowplow.
Around noon, I got brave. That was my first mistake. I decided I could drive it, heck the Farmer said the roads were clear, and apparently in the next town over, the roads were clear, so what the heck?
Well, let me inform you and everyone else, my brave a$$ was very stupid. Making it out of my driveway, piece of cake, driving through town, easy, getting out onto one of the most treacherous roads in the county, STUPID.
Driving 20 mph, I must have hit a patch of snow/ice and my Rav4 and I did a 360′ across a lane and straight into a ditch. God was watching out after me though. First off, there was no oncoming traffic, second off I screamed the whole time like a sissy, and third off I did not hurt the Rav4.
After catching my breath and prying my hands off the steering wheel, I took a second to get my bearings and realized I was in trouble. It was STILL frigging snowing, and I was scared. There was no way I could get the Rav4 out, when I opened the door to get out and assess the damage, I stepped out into waist-high snow. I realize I am short, but DAMN…. I called the Farmer and let vent with a stream of cuss words, (Sorry Dad).
Luckily for me, I grabbed my cell phone and called one of my BFF’s and asked her where her hubby was, she gave me his number and I called him. He said oops, Jo, I’ll be there in about 20 minutes. Meanwhile, a County Sheriff, (whom I also know) pulled up and was going to try to push me out, until his butt was up to it in Snow. “Jo, uhm, I’m not sure how you did this”. “Well duh…neither do I…” “The only thing I am allowed to do, since I am on duty is call a towing Co. for you”…forget about that, I got a friend who is coming to help me. He went on his merry way, and I was sitting there and the only thing I could think about, is my husband is going to kill me.
A red truck pulled over and a guy got out, and I almost got scared, until I realized it was one of the Electrician’s and my friends. “Jo..uhm…you want me to pull you out?” (By now I AM FACE PALMING MYSELF…duh) “Yes, please, and what ever you do, PLEASE do not tell the Electrician that you did this ok?” Our friend pulled the Rav4 out with no problem, and come to find out, they had passed me right after my very unhappy butt got stuck and turned around just to help me.
My friend drove my car back into town, and then let me drive my VERY unhappy butt home. I was trying to figure out how to tell the Electrician that I had tried to venture out on my own.
I learned a very hard lesson today, folks. By my own hard headiness (is that even a word?) I risked my life when I should have just listened to the Electrician . If there had been oncoming traffic when I hit that icy/snowy patch, I could be in the hospital right now. I was VERY lucky, that I live in a small town, where people “rescue”other idiot drivers, who should just stay home.
I did tell the Electrician about it, when he arrived home, he was not very happy with me at all. Heck at this point, I am just thankful that the ending was happy.
So, I guess the moral of my story is, when it snows that much, keep your happy butt at home. Because in all honesty, MY roads were not clear, and obviously, I cannot drive on that stuff.
Today was my regular Monday morning of getting up, finding the coffee pot and trying to surface. I knew I only had about an hour, before my ray of sunshine would descend upon my house. I did some domestic goddess things, and then sat….waiting….and waiting….
Finally…little dude arrived at my house and we goofed around for a bit, and little dude, and I got back to our “normal” thing. We were busy making our plans for the day, and came up with the following plan…
1. get gas for the Rav4.
2. Go to Granpa‘s.
3. Go shopping…
4. Go to McDonalds‘ for a cheeseburger and fries and choc…(aka chocolate milk).
So, we headed on down the road, and stopped at the local Casey’s and got some gas. Cam was hilarious while I was pumping gas. He made faces at me and threw his stuffed giraffe at me. He waved to everyone in Casey’s and was yelling out the window…”HI!”.
We arrived at the Farmer’s and Cam gave a half-hearted…”We’re here” when we arrived. We got inside and he let G’pa B. (aka The Farmer) help him off with his coat and promptly climbed up on the couch with his blanket, said “I’ tired” and covered himself with his blanket and laid there for a bit.
When I started cooking in the kitchen though, he came flying into the kitchen and wanted to wash any dishes that were there. Little dude loves him some bacon and fried eggs.
We had a busy morning, and got some stuff done. Cam and momma had a “cute” little chat. Momma perked up a bit and gave me one long hug when I got her up. We shared some “moments” together that I have filed into my memory banks.
It was time to leave, and Cam got his shoes and coat on and while we were walking down the steps to the Rav4, he looked at me and said “shopping?”. “Yes, Cam, we are now going shopping ok?” “Ok.”.
We headed on down the road to the new Kohl’s store that has opened up in town. I was happy, as I have a gift card and a 10% off coupon in my purse, and I was going to try to find a blouse or outfit or something.
Isn’t it the truth, when you are on a mission to find an outfit, or ANYTHING, and you have a gift card, and coupon, you are doomed. Cam rode in the cart and we looked through all kinds of stuff. I even tried on a shirt, and Cam gave me the thumbs down. (The Electrician asked me later, uhm, hon he is almost 3, did you trust his opinion?”…Well yes, if he doesn’t like it, who else will?). Needless to say we left the store with no purchase.
So….onto our next plan of the day. Cam man loaded up into the Rav4 with one thought on his mind. He even looked at me and said “Cheeseburger and fries k?”. So, we went to McDonald’s, and got little dude a Happy Meal. Do you know how many years it’s been since I did that? I didn’t even know they gave you milk or chocolate milk with it these days.
We headed on back to Cam’s home and when we arrived, he looked at me like I had lost my mind. Cam said “My house?..no, you’re house Meema Jo”. Now first, he has never called me Meema Jo, and second, is this the same kid who arrived at my house this morning? With all of his “stuff” loaded up we went into his house. His Momma asked me if he had a nap, as I hung my head down low, I mumbled “no”. It showed.
The day ended up with Cam telling me, he would see me tomorrow, and giving me a wink. He WINKED at me. I had to laugh at the way he did it. I so wish I could have taken a picture of it.
See this little dude?
This was way back when, he was first starting to walk, dance and giggle…..
He took naps and didn’t really say very much.
He kept Momma on her toes, and they spent a bunch of time together. That was back in the day, where Momma was still able to walk, and do some things for herself, she could eat meals, it might have taken her a bit, but she at least got to eat real food. They both loved ice cream.
It has been a bunch of years, since I have dealt with a toddler, considering “my baby” is 29. Somewhere along the line I forgot, the endless questions….. The biggest one being right now, What is this?, What is this? What is that? The energy is something else that I am amazed at.
This morning, because the Nurse had a test, she brought this little ray of sunshine to my house at 7 a.m. I need to just state for the record, I was awake (barely). The Electrician had left the house about 30 minutes prior to this and he sent Ms. Baby in to wake me up. Basically, I was woken up by a cat kicking me. What the heck? It was still dark outside for crying out loud.
I managed to surface and was going for a cup of coffee when this bundle arrived. He was just as unhappy at being snatched out of his bed, as I was. We both stumbled into the kitchen, me for coffee, him for a mug of chocolate milk. I sat on the couch and turned on the t.v., Cam-man crawled into the rocker, blanket and mug in hand, then perked up when the t.v. came on.
Now Cam and I have a couple of favorite t.v. shows that we have watched all throughout his tender 2 1/2 years of growing up. Curious George is a serious favorite of both of us. After finishing our respective drinks, it was time for breakfast. Cam picked out his Oatmeal for the day, and I made it and he scarfed it down. We both got dressed and then the phone rang. Now, honestly in my house if the phone rings before 8 am, I get nervous. I get REALLY nervous, when the call is from the Farmer. The Farmer was calling me to make sure I arrived at his house by 9;30, he thought he would be catching me sleeping, but guess what? Nope I was more than half way ready to go to his house!
Cam and I did some things around my house, and then headed on down the road. The drive to the Farmer’s almost did Cam in and his eyes were droopy. We arrived, and Cam perked up, and then swagged into the Farmer’s to show the Farmer his new hat that he got over the weekend.
The Farmer left to do his errands, and Cam and I did some stuff around there. We decided to go outside for a bit, even though it was not really a nice day, it was still a bit warmer than it has been. We played a game, and Cam-man raced down the wheelchair ramp and I climbed down the stairs, we both ran to the Rav 4 touched it and then ran back. We played races for about 20 minutes.
It was time to go in and get Momma up, and Cam helped me bring all of her bath stuff into her room, and then sat on the bed while Momma got her bath. Momma and Cam kept up a chatter the whole time. When it was time for Mom to get up, Cam went running into the living room to get the Farmer, he grabbed his hand and dragged him into the room.
Momma made it out into the living room and Cam, being the kid he is, had run in front of us and had his stool in front of momma’s chair and was sitting there waiting for her. Unfortunatly, we had to kick him out of the chair, and Momma got seated and situated.
Cam picked up all of his toys that were thrown everywhere, and we got ready to leave. We gave kisses and then I loaded Cam up and away we went. We had not even gone about a mile down the road and I looked in the back seat, and little dude was fast asleep, with his blanket and thumb in place. I drove back to our town and called the Nurse, when I was right around the corner from her house, and told her to meet me in the garage. Cam was unloaded and I don’t think he ever woke up.
I arrived home and finished everything I had left to do. I was just sitting here, reflecting on my day, and I was thinking to myself. First, I was wondering what I got myself into, then I realised, that this is all a Blessing. Cam, helps so much with Momma in a way I cannot describe. She is enjoying it, and the Farmer is enjoying his company. I can handle all of the questions, What is this? What is that? I can proudly say that Cam, can now count to 10, can recite half of his abc’s, and he is not even 3 yet.
One of his major things, is he kept calling me Teacher this morning, until I asked him, Cam…who am I? He looked at me, and then he said Meemaw. So, I guess, not only am I Meemaw, I guess I am a Teacher too. I’m cool with that……..
He y’all, I’m BACK!!!! I have just spent the most relaxing 13 days. I cannot even begin to explain the fun I had, and the joy I’ve felt. I would like y’all to take this journey with me. I took some pictures, and I truly did have a marvelous time.
Did I miss Momma? Yes. Did I miss the stress of dealing with Momma everyday? No, I will be selfish here and state for the record, My “Outlaws” (whom I love beyond recognition, besides the Farmer of course) showed the Electrician and I, a truly good time and lots of giggles and a love that is endless. As a “daughter-in-law”, I have to state, I love these people as much as I love my own parents.
This was a journey and a true “vacation” in every sense of the word. Our “journey” started on Valentines day. A day, that I don’t really recognize, because my love, is everyday and to me, every day is Valentine’s day.
While the Electrician went to work for a half a day, I stayed home and scrubbed my house “squeaky” clean, did laundry and then packed up the RAV 4 with our luggage. We were off to Indy to spend the night before we flew out the next morning. We had made reservations for a “room” at a Hotel in Indy, we actually used our ‘points” for the room which was “supposed” to be a “king size bed” room.
When the Electrician arrived home after half a day of work, he took a quick shower and then, we hit the road. We both were so excited, and we were talking up a storm in the car. We made a pit stop at an Arby’s to have a quick-lunch, and then down the road we went.
We arrived at our hotel, and unloaded after checking in. We rode the elevator up to our room, when we got there, I stuck the key in and then after opening the door, I asked the Electrician, “Where is the bed?” he was giggling…. Folks, what I thought would be a room with a king size bed in it, was a Suite. Knock me down with a feather.
I went into the room, and just kept asking “Is this right?, This isn’t our room is it?”. Yes, it was, my beloved Electrician had used his “points” to book us a “Suite”, with a jacuzzi tub to boot.
After I had picked myself up off the floor, we decided where to go to dinner. We had Prime rib and all the fixings that night and then back to the Hotel for a little soak in the “tub” hehehehe….
We got up early to be ready to leave for our flight down to Biloxi, the next morning….
Here’s some pics of what I had to “suffer” through
The piece to resistance…..yup…here it is…
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined a Hotel room as such. If it werent for the fact that the Electrician and I had been so tired, I probably would have utilized it more than we did. (wink).
As it was, when the wake up call came for us to wake up and get ready (which for me accumulated to o’dark thirty), We hit the road, grabbed breakfast and then off to the Airport.
We were on time, and went through the “let me search all of your cavities search” and boarded the plane for our adventure. Yes folks, here I am ready to go on the plane and waiting for take-off….
Tune in tomorrow for Part 2….This shorties is whacked and needs some sleep… While Vacations are always fun, and it’s nice to be Home. It’s back to reality for me……
Watch out Momma here I come, AND, I found some monkeys for you too.
This happened to me a couple of days ago, and I wanted to share some fun times with y’all.
While I have commented before that I had to go shopping for a dress for oldest son’s wedding, which has now crept ever so close. I had to get busy. The Electrician was working, but begged me to take my BFF Jill with me, because …well let’s face it, I’m not called Cams granny for nothing. In plain english, that means, I have no taste or fashion sense. Trust me, it is a true fact.
I can cook up a mean feast to eat, but when it comes to dressing, or being a “girly girl“, it ain’t gonna happen. Let me put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, throw on the flip-flops, I’m good to go. Ok maybe run a brush through my hair and then I’m good to go.
So, the day dawned and Jill was the “donut” girl that morning (a job I used to do a few years ago), she arrived at my house and we climbed into the Rav 4, we were off to the Big City! The thing about Jill, I see her quite a few times, but it is only for quick “Hi there”, or whatever. Spending time with her is something I have not done for about a year, when we used to meet every Wednesday during the summer to sneak into a friends property, go swimming in their pool, and then high tail it outta there before they came home.
We pretty much talked non-stop on our way to the big city, and then we decided we would go to Kohl’s first.
We went into Kohl’s, and started looking around, I found a purple dress I really liked, and Jill told me, try it on. So, I went into the dressing rooms and I don’t know about you, but I feel a little weird undressing in a little room with a mirror. I exited and Jill was standing there and gave me the thumbs up. I told her that I felt I needed a shawl or some kind of sweater, because it’s an outside wedding, and this had no sleeves. So, I went and put back on MY jeans t-shirt and flip-flops. I came out with the dress tucked into my arms, and wowzers, she had found a really cute sweater to go with the dress. BAM. first stop, SUCCESS. So, we proceeded to walk around Kohl’s and look at everything and make jokes, and have people stare at us.
Our next stop was the mall in the big city. I didn’t have any more shopping to do, but Jill had gotten her hubbs J.C. Penny’s credit card, and by golly we were going to use it, simply for the fact, that neither one of us like to shop at all. But we were doing this thing.
Unfortunately, when her and I get together, trouble seems to follow us. Why? I have no idea. Maybe the fact that we acted like James Bond running through the clothing department, might have something to do with it. It kind of hit the fan when we hit the shoe department. Now I ask you, who does not like shoes? Her and I decided we needed to try every outlandish pair that we could find on, then strut our stuff in the department store with the other one laughing uncontrollably. For some reason, the store personnel, seem to frown on this.
After our adventures in the shoe department, we decided to get down to business, and pick out some new pillows for her, and then find some t-shirts for her oldest son. Me and her are clearance shelf shoppers, and we did have a blast doing this.
We finally decided we were hungry, so we packed our purchases into the Rav 4 and went on “restaurant row” of the ‘big city”. We had already made a pact and decided, we could not eat from any place that our small town has. The choices were unreaL…..We finally decided on “Home Town Buffet”, hey, all you can eat? Trust me, her and I can eat…..
We went inside and found a booth, and then attacked. We both made a salad (hey, we were trying to be healthy), then we hit the main food bar. We put our plates down on the table, and then got busy, between eating and non stop yakking, and then going back for another plate of something, to yakking, to deciding we wanted some desert, to coming back and finally both of us were full, but not wanting to go. It is very rare that her and I have “girl time”.
We both gave in and headed back to the Rav4, we talked the whole way home, and then got to my house. I helped her pack her stuff into her Truck, and she drove the long way home (around the corner and into her driveway and home).
Isn’t it funny that sometimes we get so caught up in our lives that it is hard to spend a day with truly cherished people who only live around the corner from you? My BFF Jill, and I have been through oh so much, we worked together for 5 years, I’ve known her for about 13 years. We know a bunch of the same people, we have a bunch in common, from the fact, she lived in Albuquerque the same time I did. I held her hand when her Momma was dyeing of Cancer, she’s held my hand through Parkinson’s.
But enough of the sappy crap, Camsgranny has a spanking new Purple dress with an awesome white “sweater/shawl” to wear to the wedding this weekend, and I tried it on for the Electrician, and if the “HOOHAW Baby” was any clue, it’s a hit.
I have been known to be Queen of the back roads, simply because anyone who knows me, knows, I hate to drive through town. Besides, the back way is so much prettier than town. There are 2 different back ways to go that actually run into each other. So, today I went the full back way from my driveway to my folks driveway.
This is right around the corner from my house…this would be my BFF Jill’s pasture and her hubby Bill’s cows..:)
This is a little further on down the road. (p.s. this is a dirt/gravel road and I really dislike the way my back window gets covered with dust and I can’t see out of it.) I do like looking at all the trees changing colors.
This Log cabin/house is one of the prettiest in the area and with all the colors of the trees, one of my favorite.
I love when the trees turn colors against the green pasture….
This is one of my favorite corners because I know what comes next….
Fishing hole, swimming hole, and kayaking start…plus it’s peaceful on a drive when you are getting your thoughts together. I have also ran into so many deer on this part of the road. They come down from the hills to get a drink, and then scatter up the hill, when I slowly drive around the corner.
And this is going over the bridge where the 2 roads meet. I’m a lucky girl because sometimes I drive this at least 4 times a day. I do this drive because as I’ve already said, I really, really dislike driving through town. It’s not pretty and it adds about 15-25 minutes to my time, there are stop-lights and traffic and town. On this road, there’s really not a lot of people driving it, there IS a lot of farmers driving it, but hey…I don’t mind pulling off the side of the road for a Combine or whatever. I even stop for Deer. I DO NOT however drive this road at night….too many critters, and I like my Toyota Rav 4 too much to hit them or have them hit me.
I have re-visited this post, that was originally posted last year. I revamped it and added to it. These are sights that I see on a day-to-day basis. Some friends of mine who live in the “big” city, laugh at me. Until they see pictures such as this. They might not have to fight with raccoons, or stop for deer on the road, but ya know what? I don’t hear sirens or stuff like that, and if I hear gunshots, it’s because it’s hunting season.
I wouldn’t trade this for anything. I am a country girl at heart, and a Farmer’s daughter.The Farmer’s daughter who has a brown thumb, and relies on her Electrician husband to keep things alive around my house.
While I understand that it is best to let yesterday go, I like to re-visit it sometimes. Especially on days like today.
While I want to be positive and not let negative rule me, sometimes it is hard. When Momma could not recognize who the Farmer and I were,and telling me we were two very nice people, and thank you very much for all our help. To then her telling me I was her Momma and just needing a hug. While I understand that PD has attacked her brain, and sometimes it’s a little messed up, I try to fill her void. She has been very emotional lately, and I think I could handle things a bunch better when there were no tears rolling down her face, or she wasn’t so upset because of how confused she is.
She talks a lot about the past now. She told me about the voices in her head, and asked me if I could hear them. While I cannot hear them, I tried to make her feel better.
The Farmer has a hard time hearing Momma, simply because, YES, he is a little hard of hearing. But at the same token, it might be a good thing, because he does not always hear what Momma is saying.
Parkinson’s is a very hard thing to deal with, if I am having a hard time, I can only imagine Momma’s terror.
Today, I reached into my purse, to look for something to write on. You see the Farmer and I are having a “discussion” about just exactly how many miles I travel on a day-to-day basis.
When I went back over to his house last night I checked the mileage on my Rav4, and I clicked it to start at zero when I left his house. Me, queen of the back roads, I checked the mileage. From his back door, to my front door was exactly 17.9 miles, the back way. IF I drive through town, then it is exactly 16.4 miles from my front door to his back door. So, for the sake of 1.5 miles, this kid is driving the back roads.
The funny thing is though, when I looked at the little notebook that has been in my purse for about a year, there were so many things in it. The five recipes I had copied while I was in Biloxi last summer. The name and people of the Toyota dealership, that had helped us when we thought the Rav 4 was blowing up on our way to Gulf Shores, Alabama. The dimensions of the blinds we need for the garage that are odd sized. The things needed for Momma to come home from the Nursing home,. A wheelchair ramp, moving furniture, and getting Momma’s room ready for the 17th or the 24th. My Thanksgiving dinner menu, written with 2 different menu’s. One was a list of what I was making and the other was a list of what my daughter’s were making. The number to Greyhound bus service, and the times of the bus and how much it would cost to get my kid home again. 2 love notes from the Electrician written about a year ago. And to top it off, a saying from Mother Teresa….
“Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echos are truly endless.”
I usually carry around a notebook or two in my purse, simply because I am always scribbling something. But the true joy in the one I found today. Is the memories I re-lived at the little scribblings I had made in this one.
Take each and every day, and rejoice in it, when you find those hidden treasures, remember when you wrote what you felt. Because in all honesty, I’ve enjoyed going through that little notebook that is filled up, I won’t throw it away, simply because, I can’t. But I will put it into that book, I’m creating, that’s called a scrapbook of life.
I learned a very valuable lesson today. Before I can tell you about it, I need to give you a little of the back story.
For those of you that know me, I don’t usually use the Air conditioning in my car. My philosophy is that I have 4 windows, and I can always get a breeze. When ever I park at the Farmer’s I usually leave my windows down and 9 times out of 10, the keys in it too.
A few months ago, there was a cardinal that had nested in the Farmer’s trees. Every time, I would pull up to the house, this cardinal would fight with himself in my side view mirror. I would watch him, and giggle, simply for the fact, he was fighting with himself and probably did not realize it.
One day, after I had left the Farmer’s, I was cruising down the country road with 2 windows open, and the radio blasting. I kept hearing a chirping. I thought it may have been the Rav4, so I turned off the radio, and rolled up the windows and the chirping got louder. I looked in the rear view mirror and did not see anything, so I kept driving. The chirping got a little louder and more frantic.
I turned around and looked in the back seat, and there in the middle of the back seat, I had a passenger. I slammed on the brakes, and got out of the car and opened all 4 doors and tried to get my unwanted passenger out of my car. Meanwhile I called the Farmer to advise that the bird, was in my car, and how the heck did I get him out. Unfortunately, the Farmer was laughing to hard to help. I finally got him out of my car, and finished the ride home, a little bit more subdued than I had been.
Throughout these past few months, I have had various “animals” show up in my car. A spider here, a fly there. Until today.
The morning went well and I loaded up in the Rav4, went the back roads, and enjoyed the trees and the occasional deer I saw. When I got to the crossroads, and had to stop at the light, I don’t know what caught my eye, but sitting happily on the floor of the passenger side was a mouse. I screamed, the mouse screamed and scurried. Where you ask? I have no clue, I think I made it to the Farmer’s house in about 15 minutes, and at that point it’s a good 20-25 minute drive.
I skidded into his lane on 2 wheels came to a screeching halt, and ran into the house yelling for the Farmer. When he looked at me, he knew I was rattled. When I explained that there was a mouse in my car, he laughed, and then put his shoes on to come help me get it out.
We went outside, and opened all of the doors, and I peeked under the seats, and we decided to leave all of the doors open. We even looked under the hood, just in case. We left all the doors open, and went inside.
We did have a couple of “idea’s” as to how we could rid the Rav 4 of a mouse. First thought, was that I would vacuum it out (p.s. kids, my car is not dirty other than a little dust and a couple of empty water bottles). Second thought was that we would lock both kitties in my car and let them have at it. Don’t worry, we didn’t go with the second idea.
The Farmer left to run a couple of errands, and I pulled the car into the garage, and got busy vacuuming. I started with the back of the car first, and slowly worked my way around the front. I will spare you the gory details, but it was accomplished with a bunch of screaming.
Uhm, the Farmer is now the proud owner of a mouse in his garage. I backed the Rav4 back out into the lane, and promptly closed all the windows.
My valuable lesson, I’ve learned. I am NOT Dr. Doolittle, I am deathly afraid of mice, I have mad driving skills, and I really don’t want any more “creatures” in my Rav4. From now on, those windows are up tight and doors are closed.