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Gador and Mom

Visited Mom Wednesday. It was a good visit because she didn't mention her feet or roll down her socks to show me her swollen ankles. I assume that means they weren't bothering her much that day. Other than that, it was pretty much the same as always. Fed Mom some lunch, fed the birds outside the kitchen window, fed the squirrels too. Emptied Mom's kitchen garbage can, then went out to the street and fetched her garbage bin from the curb. Mostly I do all these things because I really don't have a lot to talk about and it kills time. I live a very boring life and Mom spends her days shut up in her house, so not much happens over the course of a week. I'll always ask her, "Who came to visit you this week?" Sadly, she can't quite remember. Sorry brothers and sisters, she does remember you being there, but she's never sure if it was yesterday or a month ago. I can tell when my sister Carolyn has been there though. I ask Mom to show me her hands. If Mom's nails have been done, I know Carolyn has been there in the last week. So on Wednesday I looked at her fingers, the nail job looked pretty fresh. I'll assume that Carolyn had come out to visit. One thing that Mom does remember, is what time I leave so that I don't get caught in rush hour traffic. I tell her that I have to go and she looks up at the clock, "Oh, right. This is the time you always leave me." Luckily for me, it is hard to make me feel guilty. Anyway, this time Mom had a trick up her sleeve to keep me there longer. Five minutes before I usually tell her that I have to go, Mom put her Hoveround® into gear and zipped away and down the hall. I assumed she had to go to the bathroom so I waited... and I waited... and I waited. Thirty minutes later I figured I had better go check on her. I stuck my head into her bedroom door to see what the holdup was. That was a mistake. Now I have a vision of my mom pulling her panties up while sitting in her Hoveround® while facing the bedroom door, burned into my brain. So Mom got me to stay an extra thirty minutes, but she has scarred me for life.