Day 122; Footnotes of Come On Mom

Its been long enough mom. I do believe it is time to partake in something that is over a year overdue.

Before the virus made itself known, mom and I would go out every Sunday afternoon for a bit of shopping. Most times we were gone for less than three hours. Most times we bought very little, if anything. It was a time of getting mom out of the house. It was – is- my turn to do the very thing that my mother did for her mother.

 Way back then, it was Saturdays as the stores were not open on Sundays. Back then, it was down town in the biggest, nearby town. Every once in a while, I was even allowed to tag along. Walking the sidewalks, looking in the windows, visiting the usual stores and eating lunch at the counter of one of the stores. The food was always amazing and created my addiction to cheese cake. I remember having my first cup of coffee at that counter.

 Over the course of time, things have changed. Down town, is not the same. Its been years since I’ve been. Now, mom and I go to some of the big box stores. Spread out in different shopping centers, its a matter of driving to the first then working our way back toward home.

 I called mom today and asked if she was busy. When she said no, I asked if she wanted to go out for a while. Her only hesitation was to make sure Dad didn’t need anything. When she said she was ready, I told her I was on my way.

We arrived at the first store, I parked and we headed inside. This is a store that usually has plenty of merchandise. My son called it a Redneck Walmart. We were both amazed at the number of empty shelves. We looped our way through and out. We walked down to the store next door and discovered it was in similar shape as the first. Many empty shelves. Is it a lack of merchandise or that they have it, but haven’t been able to get it out yet? 

We ended up at the final spot and wandered around. I did purchase new cushions for my swing, using the money that my son gave me. I would have loved for him to have surprised me with something, but I know he hates shopping and really doesn’t have a lot of time the way he works. This way, I got what I wanted, and he gave it to me. Well. made it possible for me to have this gift. I need to take the old ones out of the storage box so I can put the new ones in and only take them out when I’m going to use the swing. Otherwise, the not so stray cats will tear them up. 

After I got back home, I went out to my circle and did laps. I have begun varying the speed of my walking, fast as possible that isn’t a run, then begin to slow to a natural walk, then speed up again. I reached a little over five thousand steps then came inside to take a break. I was reading when my son came in and asked if I wanted to watch the end of the race. Its funny yet amazing. He has a nice, large television in his bedroom, I have this small, fit on top of printer television. He stood behind my chair as we watched the last twenty some laps. My guy didn’t win, but the one who did, it was his birthday so that was nice for him.

 I did go back out and walk some more, but I cut it short because The Wizard of Oz was coming on and I wanted to watch. Its been quite a while since I’ve seen that show. Watching that brings back a lot of childhood memories. I know that for a few weekends a summer the old Land of Oz, theme park in the mountains is open. I went once as a kid, I’d love to go back.

Saw a notification a while ago that the Jeep group is going to do a repeat of last night’s gathering next weekend. I know now, how that all went down, so if my son doesn’t want to attend, I might could do this myself. Doing so, would be a really big step toward my gaining a bit more courage on my part. An increase in my self assurance and  ability of my own would be a big boost in my self confidence.

Right now, Bella is stretched out in the floor beside me. Molly has not come inside yet.  Outside, the crickets are singing, the night a dark blanket. The temperatures have cooled. I’m sitting here, preparing to finish reading my book then call this day done. It was an amazing day even though the beginning thanks to the headache was a bit rough.

I was able to spend time with mom, getting her out of the house for a while. Doing something so close to memories of normal. I spent those few moments with my son watching the end of the race. Laughing at his reactions to what was happening on the track. Bella and I didn’t go to the mountain due to it being a weekend. I know though that the park is open later now so I’m really considering going at a later time, just to see how hiking that late in the day feels. I did get 8722 steps or 3.84 miles according to the fitness band on my wrist. I need to step up my game if I’m going to get all those miles in that I signed up for, even though I don’t recall all of them. 

Its been a good day. I am content.

Molly and her blankie
Bella, on high alert over the not so stray cats.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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4 Responses to Day 122; Footnotes of Come On Mom

  1. dunelight says:

    Hold her close, your mom. On the grand scheme of things they are meant to leave before we do but it is a hard, hard thing when they do.

    • Thank you. I know you are correct, but a year ago we lost her son my brother to Leukemia and her agony at that still (and always will) tears at her heart. I try to be there always for her, sometimes I think it even helps a bit.

      • dunelight says:

        OMG..brothers …siblings are hard. You are grieving as she is grieving. ❤ I am sorry for your loss.

      • Thank you. It is hard. I live on one side of my parents, he lived on the other. My other brother is only a few miles away. Almost every time I walked behind the house, the walk ended with me talking with Mike. Walking isn’t as much fun here now.

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