Memaw and Mrs. Denn
Well….today was a long, tough day.
The first part wasn’t so bad. Running Rachel and Tessy (sister-in-law and niece) to Cleburne was a welcome change, at least for me it was. Driving back, my arm started hurting, as if it were cramping lightly but annoyingly.
When we got home, we all but collapsed in an exhausted heap. My Mikey’s feet and legs keep swelling up for reasons I have yet to figure out. Our next doctor appointments are May 31. Those racka-frackers….making us wait that long. Oh well. Better late than never, I guess.
After a bit of rest, this blonde guy I’ve never seen before knocks on the door. He asked me for a cigarette and a ride to pick up his truck. He’d run out of gas on a busy intersection downtown, walked home to get gas money, and no one was at home when he got there….hence, no ride to pick his truck up. No problemo for me. Problemo for My Mikey. Oh, I forgot to mention that this guy lives only two or three houses away from us.
My Mikey was afraid I’d get murdered. I guess this is an instance of my wanting to believe in the kindness of strangers or something…..I wasn’t afraid. He looked friendly (and cute), and I was not bothered. I told My Mikey he could come along, if it would ease his fear. His response was that that way, we’d BOTH get murdered.
This is the next morning. I had been typing this entry when Elisabeth called, and then the other entry came out instead.
Needless to say, we didn’t get murdered. I always say, "Don’t quote the obvious", but what do I DO? Quote the damned obvious.
I’m very sleepy, but I wanted to finish this entry and post it.
Memaw seems to be getting to like her surroundings a little better. Her roomie, Mrs. Denn, is a rough-around-the-edges but sweet little lady. She makes us all laugh, and we like her a lot. Even Memaw seems to like her, which is very good and also very important.
Yesterday I said something kinda dumb out there, and I commented that that was the way my mind worked, and I didn’t know why. Mrs. Denn clucked her tongue, turned her head, and said, rather slyly, "Mental retardation is a sad thing".
I just about fell out of the chair laughing. Mrs. Denn apparently had a rough day (headache, she said), and she needed to let off some steam. All her own family is dead, except some nephews who live far away, so she doesn’t have family to do that with. It’s ok by me. I like her, and she likes me, so I’m fine by it.
After supper, we left Twilight. When it was time to go, I went over and hugged Mrs. Denn and told her to take care of herself. She looked at me, thanked me, and said she needed that. It was a nice moment.
I’m feeling better about Memaw’s being out there. It looks like she’s getting better with it in a hurry. She always healed quickly, so…..
John, your notes from the morning made me smile. Thank you for them. Lola, I, too, was an asshole of a teenager.
Talk later, when I’m more awake.
My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,
Your Jack
