That dog needs to switch to decaf.
My mother’s dog was scheduled for a vet appointment this afternoon. Fire up the Jeep, let’s ride. I drove them to the vet’s, its much closer than I thought so drive time was short. Unsure of their current protocol I called to let them know mom and her dog was there. They told me we could come on inside. Signed in we waited.
There was a much larger dog than mom’s already there. Not sure of the type but I’m guessing a sort of boxer or bull dog. It was very calm, rarely moving unless looking at its owner. Mom’s dog on the other hand would not, could not be still. It was on the bench, off the bench, over this way back that way and begin again. While I tried to help keep mom’s dog as close as possible I also chatted with the dog called Sarge’s owner. We discussed our dogs, mom’s dog, moved on to discuss Jeeps as she drives a Jeep also. We left before she did but I left her a duck and a card for the Jeep group I of which I belong.
Once home dad told me ‘someone left a package at your house’. Thanks dad. Turns out it was the inexpensive fitness band I had ordered as the one I had was a nightmare. The battery barely made it twenty-four hours and it vibrated at weird times for unknown reasons. I’m hoping this new band will work better. I do realize you get what you pay for, but the one I lost I loved, I’m hoping that since this is similar it will work at least close to the one I lost. I was in process of setting up the app when my son called. He would be getting off work soon and was in the mood for Cracker Barrel.
At the time we agreed to I pulled into the parking lot, mere moments before he pulled in and parked nearby. We only had to wait about fifteen minutes before we were seated. The service and food was good as usual. One thing different this time I took no photos, of the merchandise or the food. Tonight was just spending time with my son.
When we left, he got out of the parking lot before I did. I had to wait on a lady parked near me who seemed happy to sit in her car until I went to move and she decided it was time to go. I waited until she was out of the way and then pulled out. I got caught by every traffic light. I was mildly frustrated but shrugged it off. I go by the philosophy of there is a reason for everything, including delays of every kind. When I finally got through all the small town areas and to the mountain I did something I normally do not, I switched to the high beams to try and see better. That didn’t last long as I quickly spotted a lot of emergency lights ahead of me. As I slowed to a stop my phone was ringing. Thankful once again for the phone synced to the car, and seeing it was my son I answered. He was trying to warn me but I was already there. There had been an accident with one vehicle going down the embankment and into the trees. As I was directed around the firetrucks and other first responders I saw at least one more vehicle damaged. When I got to the bottom of the hill where the road around met another I came up on a lot of first responders and vehicles with a lot of flashing lights. They were not allowing anyone to go around the road I had just traveled. By the time I got home I found that they had stopped traffic from both directions. I hope no one was injured but that roll down the embankment couldn’t have been good.
Sitting here now, the evening winding down into history, I have time to contemplate the day. Once again gifted and blessed to be able to be here for my mother. To make sure she gets to where she needs to be safely. It bothers her greatly, this need to depend on me, I try to get her to understand, this is my gift to her. Just as she took care of me growing up, I take care of them as they grow older. I do it gladly, even as my son and I joke, we both know what a gift this is. Time is precious and not to be taken for granted.
I am glad that we now make sure that both dogs are inside the house before we leave for any reason. I often make sure they are inside even when I simply walk down to mom’s as the dogs think they need to be with me and will do their best to find a way to escape the confines of the yard. Today, the delivery driver was able to place our packages on the porch where they were out of sight and safe.
The delays I dealt with, slowing me enough that I wasn’t caught up in the accident or in the way of the emergency vehicles getting there. I always believe there is a reason, once I remember that I refuse to allow myself to become seriously frustrated or angry. It serves no purpose anyway.
It has been a day filled with many emotions. Filled with adventures to be written down as happy to have been a part. It was also nice to enjoy a meal with my son that I didn’t have to cook. Life, is good.