"Of course, Mom."
Details on the exact timing were to be forthcoming as the date approached, but she would also need me to take her for her follow-up appointment the following day. Since my mother lives about 3 1/2 hours north of me, I made arrangements to take the two days off work and prepared myself to spend two nights in a nearby hotel. My mother's house would not be a reasonable choice for overnight stays for me, since she has, at present, three indoor cats (down from five of many years) and, though I have had amazing relief after taking allergy shots for 3 years, my mother's house tests my allergen tolerance (and my tolerance fails.) So, the plan was that I would travel up on Monday, check into my hotel, drive to her house Tuesday morning and carry on from there.
Meanwhile, back on the farm, "BUSY" was the name of the game and it only got BUSIER as we approached the surgery date. While we had toyed with the idea of Joe traveling with me to participate in the whole surgery experience, the various irons in the fire at the farmhouse mandated otherwise.
Monday afternoon, two hours before I was prepared to head out, my mother called to tell me they had FINALLY told her when they wanted her to show up for the surgery...she was to be at the hospital at 6:30AM. Hmmmm... "So, what time should I get to your place?" I asked.
"Be here at 5AM," Mom requested.
Well, so, a quick mental calculation and I was changing my plans. Traveling 3 1/2 hours, or MORE since I would be hitting rush hour, to check into a hotel for MAYBE three hours of sleep seemed to make little sense. Better I should simply do my traveling in the wee hours of the morning, arriving at her place on schedule and getting a little shut-eye before I left. I'd save one night's hotel cost and have more time at home (my favorite place!)
As you MIGHT expect, though I tried to get a little sleep between 9:30 and midnight, I simply could not. My mind was too busy and I finally chose to get up and write my "Watermelons" post and then head out on my journey.
The drive was uneventful...almost no traffic... and I pulled up in front of Mom's place with 20 minutes to spare. Out of courtesy, I waited until 5 AM to ring the doorbell....I amused myself in the interim by taking some (very poor) photos of DC suburbia congestion....
|Before Dawn on Mom's Street|
The tiny little roads, along which are a zillion cute little houses, are lined on both sides with "on street" parked cars, rendering two-way traffic essentially impossible.
The day went very well with lots of laughing, joking, picture taking and Mom insinuating to all of the hospital staff that I, yes, yours truly, was her "problem child." Of course, I assured them my mother is confused and I was actually her "golden child," to which my mother snorted! Seriously! She snorted! Well, I suppose the truth is that she and I did NOT see eye to eye in my growing up years, but we all managed to survive and here we are now, all completely forgotten .... (uh,huh!)
|Preparation for the surgery|
The surgery was pretty quick and she did very well. My step father and I were allowed to come in and visit with Mom in post-op as they monitored her blood pressure which was low. While we were there, the Chaplain came by to spend a moment or two chatting with Mom. And the moment or two turned into twenty minutes when they discovered they are connected through family in Sumter, SC! Turns out both of their families hail from plantations down there, and one of his kin folk remained unmarried his entire life, continuing to carry a torch for the only woman he ever wanted to marry....my Grandmother Ruth.... such a curious tale and the two of them, Mom and the Chaplain, never knew each other before today. They exchanged information and I have a sneaking suspicion, the Chaplain will be on Mom's Christmas card list, which already has nearly 600 names!
|Chaplain and Mom discover their Sumpter, SC connection|
|Fancy Red WheelChairs!|
|Mom, one-Eying the Menu|
Tomorrow is the follow-up visit and then I will bid them good-bye and head home. I'll stop at my sister's for dinner and a visit and then return to the BUSY farmhouse....
In my absence (now remember, I have been gone now not YET a full day) Joe has supervised the progression of the deck construction, worked with the surveyors (we are having the property lines marked before we go gung-ho with our tractor work), has made a deal for a GIANT storage unit..AKA semi-trailer, already had it delivered and set up, made a deal to have the floor of the old farmhouse torn up (construction...or demolition...or, whatever, begins tomorrow).... and that's just the "BIG" stuff!
|New Storage -- Semi Trailer|
So, you see, I actually was up here in Maryland VACATIONING while Joe kept the farm creation going!