Today, during my lunch break, I had to stop at Walgreens before rushing home to let my babies take a bathroom break. When I pulled into the very busy parking lot, this little white car came in behind me and parked in a spot I was going to back in. I had pulled forward into a spot that was too small for me, so backed out and the little old lady from that little white car stood right outside my truck door. My window was opened, and I looked at her wondering what she was thinking of doing. She said nothing, so I pulled ahead, and she said, “Aren’t you going to help me?”
I wonder if she was telling me something telepathically before she spoke. My antennae have been down for so long, so if she were, I didn’t hear her.
I asked her in what way she needed help. She said she was lost. I asked her where she was going, and by the time I started to give her directions, there were two cars behind me, so I told her to wait while I parked.
I walked down to her car and she had a lovely German accent, and told me she was following a car that she thought was her husband’s and had been following it for so long until she realized, it wasn’t. Boy, was she ever lost! She was about 3 cities away from where she needed to be, and I explained to her several times how to get to the street she needed to start out on to get home, and I don’t know if she got it or not. I cannot imagine how she gets around. She is a very confused elderly individual. It’s not like a movie where you can fast forward to find out if she made it home OK. Now I’m left here without a clue.
When I got home at lunch, the FDSP was ready for some intense exercise before I had to go back to work, so they played
while I did the usual – prepare the rice for the rice cookers. I started out with one rice cooker months ago, but had to graduate to two recently. The liver and veggie soup had been slow cooking since the a.m. Ginger gets turmeric in he form of curry powder in her rice. Turmeric is one of the many herbs/vitamins I have her on now that she’s healing from cancer. Luigi cannot have turmeric regularly because he is prone to produce calcium oxalate stones in his bladder. So, I prepare the two pots of white rice differently. The good thing is that by the time I walk in the door at the end of the day, the rice pots and the crock pot is finished. Then it takes me about an hour to dole out the food, supplements, herbs, whatever medicines anyone is on, and finally we all stop and say our prayer of thanks.
That is the cutest moment because they all go silent and stop what they are doing and look at me while I say the prayer. After I finish the prayer, the room goes biserk, and I have three barkers to deal with – Annie, Bouchard, and Raven, who all go to different parts of the house for their meals. None is so hard to hush up as Raven though, who is really into eating wood these days besides dinner…especially the pieces she is tearing off my futon. Bless her soul.
