The adventure called spending the day with mom.
I needed a few things. My list was short. I called mom and she wanted to ride along. She didn’t need much, until she told dad she was going then her list got longer.
We started out and as I was driving around a curvy section of roadway I was nearly sideswiped by a county police car. Mom taught me to drive along the edge of the roadway. My late husband used to tell me I needed to drive closer to the yellow line. If I had followed his instructions, the officer would have taken the stars right off my jeep. Even riding the edge of the road, in a reflex move, I tried to move over further and not run off into the ditch. Mom just held on and didn’t say anything. I wasn’t happy though, this officer wasn’t in a hurry, no lights, no sirens, just some entitled individual who wants to straighten the curves. I deal with them often.
We made it to the store safely and walked in the door to find many empty shelves. Employees were trying to stock, but it gave me the impression of one trying to empty the ocean with a teaspoon. They really didn’t have much of a chance. At one point one of the employees who do the shopping for others came around and looked dumbfounded. She told me that just a couple hours before the shelf had been well stocked with the cooking spray she was needing. Now there was none. When I finished my shopping I found mom and we headed to check out.
I got the groceries loaded in the car and headed for home. We get part way and I once again dealt with someone thinking the entire roadway was theirs. Thankfully this wasn’t as bad as with the police cruiser.
I get us home and get mom’s groceries into her house. I go home and carry all of mine inside and put away. I did sit down but not for long as the mail ran. I walked up hoping that a tax statement I was waiting on had come, it hadn’t but other information did arrive. Back inside I saw that I had time to run to the bank and called mom to see if she wanted to go as well. But of course.
We start for the bank and I’m dodging a big pick up truck. This time I did call the driver coming at me head on, a rather not polite name even as I managed to dodge and evade. Mom was looking at me. I wondered if there was a target somewhere on the car that I didn’t know about.
Our bank errand taken care of mom wondered if I would mind taking her to a nearby fast food place to get something for their supper. Even if we hadn’t been only a couple blocks away I would have taken her. We get there and try to go in only to find out the dining room was closed and we had to use the drive through. I hate using drive through but this was for mom. The lady who stopped us was so very sweet and polite and regretted that we couldn’t go inside. It was impossible to get upset. We go back to the car and pull around. It didn’t take long before we had what mom wanted and were on our way home.
After I dropped her off I came back and prepared some coffee. Before I could settle in my niece called asking if I had a printer as she needed to print something out. Yes, come in the back way because of the dogs. I still ended up putting Bella in the bedroom. For the life of me, I could not get the printer to work. Its still relatively new, so I’m not sure of its functions and what have you. I told my niece that I would get my son to look at it when he came in from work. She left and I sat here glaring daggers at the printer. It should work. I finally began carefully searching through the computer. I finally by accident managed to get the printer to work and carried the form she needed down to her.
And then, and then I did something I don’t normally do. I sewed. My son has several pairs of work pants that had split. Those wonderful squats and moves that an auto mechanic must make are tough on pants. I managed to find one needle and dark blue thread even though black would have been better. Still, I sewed up the holes created where the seams came apart. I made several rows of stitching hoping to help it hold better. When my son came in from work I showed him what I had done. He picked up one pair at a time, looked at my handiwork and then tried to pull the repair work apart. When all three pair held together he accepted the fact that my attempt would actually work and he wouldn’t have to throw the pants away. Go me.
It was an active day. One that had its moments and excitements that thankfully was minus any accidents. One that I’m sure wore mom out but allowed her to get what she needed. Tomorrow is another day Lord willing. I am so grateful that He allows these days for us to spend together. That He puts people in our path that makes the journey easier. it isn’t difficult. Smile readily, speak kindly, respect others, understand that sometimes things aren’t going to way you think they will, and its okay.