The Eagle has landed. I like that sentence. That sentence The eagle has landed might have come from a space launch. I should know that, but I am too much in a tizzy to research that sentence.
Anyway, my mother is safe in my home. She has been sleeping for at least two hours and I find I am pacing like a cat on a hot tin roof. It's like waiting for the grandchildren to stir in their beds before I spring into action.
This afternoon Mom said, "Where's the bell I ring in case I need you?"
"Bell?" I asked. Oh, my goodness. I have taught for forty-six years and I have no teacher's bell at my house.
So while Mom slept I scrounged around in the grandkid's room. I found a fire engine. "That will work," I shouted. But that irritating "Rrrorrrorrr!" drove me nuts after three seconds.
So I kept hunting. There has to be something else to alert me that my mama might need me in the middle of the night.
Then I saw Oliver's Caterpillar, so I pushed the red buttons on the top and heard, "Caterpillar Power!"
Yikes! I hated that sound.
Mom finally woke up about 7:00 p.m., took her medicines, discarded the wheel-chair for the four-legged walker and actually sipped Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup from a straw.
People, that's progress!!
After her soup she was exhausted and I was given a list of things for Truett and me to make her comfortable: bars installed beside the toilet for her to pull herself up with, bars in the shower for her to hold on to, and a clock. After all, she said, "How will I know what time it is?"
And we talked about how she might ring for me in the middle of the night. She listened to the firetruck and the Caterpillar and turned her nose up and said, "Oh, heavens no! How about just a glass cup and a spoon."
So I got a ceramic cup and jangled a spoon in it and. . .problem solved.
Now I'm on the lookout for a teacher's bell to ring.