May 23, 2014
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movement
Movement is good. Keep moving.
Mary gives Mother her weekly styling.
Facelift across the street.
Mother and I had the little Banquet chicken pot pies for lunch. Mary ate more of her minestrone soup. Cantaloupe appetizers.
Marion and Mother played cards with hardly any prompting.
Marion forgets his Parkinson's for a few moments.
Delores left Sam with us. During the card game, he sat quietly in the living room and watched Pup Patrol.
I needed to deposit a check from Teledyne before the 3:00 pm bank transaction cutoff, so Mary and I decided to drop our company off at their respective homes. From First Farmers, we took Marion and Sam home. But, at the Pink house, Mary discovered she had forgotten my key. We drove back home to fetch it. After leaving Mother at her house, Mary and I decided against Rock Creek Park. It was 90 degrees outside. Tomorrow would be better.
Instead, we drove to Ace Hardware to look for a good insecticide for the tomato plants. While there, Mary had a copy made of my key to the Pink House for her key set. I ran into an old acquaintance. I thought his name was Lyle. Later, brother George said not. Maybe it was Dale. Hmm. Anyways, this fellow retired after thirty years driving a county dump truck. I weighed him out at the rock quarry scales many a time. Fine fellow. Salt of the earth. Sadly, he now has emphysema.
John with Lyle, Dale, or ...?
Mary and I decided on the insecticide, a spray, and bought it. On our way out, Mary saw a wide-brimmed straw hat she liked. We bought it. Back home, Mary realized she had left the insecticide on the counter at Ace Hardware! She was disgusted with herself. So, we made our second unplanned trip. Were able to laugh at it though.
Home once more, I spent time outside. Mary decided to mow grass with the riding mower. At one point, I reached zen, I think. Sitting at the driveway entrance to catch a fresh breeze and avoid the dust the mower threw up, I gazed down at my home and Mary at her work. So peaceful.
Yellow daylily
As Mary was finishing up, brother George cruised in on the golf cart to check my tomatoes, a tiny bit envious, though he won't admit it. We talked awhile, as Mary put up the mower and brought me my supper.
"Get back to work. You haven't finished yet."
Pink daylily: Watercolor effect.
George left. I took a few snaps in the evening light, then watched the street lights come on one by one from my perch at the outpost.
One fig tree survives!
Honeysuckle at the edge of the woods next to the garage.
I'll give this day an eight and a half, maybe more.120 lbs.
72.2 °F, partly cloudy.
Comments (6)
Having had a full career, you likely have many people with whom you crossed paths, and yet, their names escape. I have had similar encounters, every so often.
It is lovely to see your mother maintaining a regular routine. The hairdo and weekly card game must mean everything to her.
Seems like perfect days are happening everywhere! Glad you were able to make lemonade from the unplanned trips!
Oh wow ~ your lilies are so beautiful ~
I love daylilies! You got some great photos of yours.
Glad that Mother and Marion had good days as well!
Love seeing mom doing well and the flowers are simply beautiful.
Have a great weekend.
those flowers are beautiful
tell Mary that most of the time at Walmart the gal has to give me my bag and here I just got a few things.
You have to laugh or you would cry.
You don't really know how good someone is until you work with them. I worked with a lot of really nice people and when I run into them they always have a sad tale but I have to remember that we all have our own crosses to bear and I'm not the only one who has aches and pains and I go home feeling better-you know what I mean I hope.