MamaM said.......
Where is MaMAS
If you're inquiring as to MamaM's whereabouts, she was stuck in traffic and finally made it out!
If windbag is around, he deserves a big "thank you!" for a good recommendation leading to a beautiful and memorable adventure.
We drove to Cade's Cove last Saturday after class and arrived in time to see the mountains turn deep purple and orange in the last rays of the setting sun. Since the weather was warm enough to have the windows open, the sounds and scents in the evening air added to the experience. The animals were grazing and crossing the road, with only three other cars sharing the space with us. As we came up on the first turn-off/short cut to the exit (two miles in), we were having such a lovely and peaceful time, we decided to keep going in the belief we could drive the rest of loop (9 more miles) before nightfall. What we didn't know was that we'd be joining a seemingly endless line of stopped cars around the next bend and would spend the next hour inching along as dusk turned to complete and total darkness. Except for the tail lights ahead the darkness was so deep and enveloping, we were surprised, sensing what night in the Cove may have been like prior to the advent of electricity and motor vehicles. When the second short cut came up, we took it, with about half the crowd ahead doing the same while the rest drove on to complete the loop. What everyone was doing or looking in the darkness remains a mystery. Driving out of the park and back to Townsend on a narrow winding road with no shoulder was another experience and we were glad to return to town and finish the adventure with a dinner of southern "comfort food" at the Firefly Cafe.
All in all, it was a trip worth taking, fitting my idea of "fab".
Thanks again, windbag for the mention.
Next up: Brussel Sprouts!
I like it when we all get along! It is so much nicer than when Allie Oop was here and all we used to do is have her tell us to go to hell. Just sayn'
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Ellie May didn't age as well as granny.
But in her prime...yowza!
My truck still looks that good.
Big M, love her.
tits.
I didn't remember the Clampett's bloodhound. Seeing it brought to mind a bloodhound mystery series the carving instructor said she'd enjoyed. I hadn't heard of it or read it and ordered a copy.
As far as strong minded and independent Grannies go, I got a call yesterday afternoon from the retirement home where my 91 year old mom lives to let me know she'd fallen while shopping and was being taken by ambulance to Emergency with a possible hip fracture.
Apparently she'd reached to pull open the door to the bread store, missed the handle, lost balance, toppled over onto the sidewalk, and couldn't get up. Some "good Samaritans" (her term) who saw her go down came over to ask if they could call family or an ambulance but she insisted that wouldn't be necessary and said she would drive herself home if only they'd get her car and bring it up close so she could get in. They complied, but discovered after they'd brought the car over and lifted her up that she couldn't put any weight on her right leg or make it to the driver's door. With her still believing she could drive because "I brake with my left foot", they assisted her to the passenger side with her thinking she could scootch herself from there over the center console and into the driver's seat so she could DRIVE HOME. When that proved impossible, the helpers decided to get in and drive her and the car back to the retirement home where the door attendant immediately called for an ambulance. She's now safely in the hospital, loaded with morphine, awaiting surgery on a fractured femur tomorrow.
It's hard for me to imagine strangers willing to take the risk of picking up and moving an injured person, much less getting into that person's car and driving them home, but such was their heart coupled with the strength of my mom's will. Had she managed to get behind the wheel, the chance of her further injuring herself or others would have greatly increased. I'm thankful they were able to help and care for her as they did.
The kindness and competency of the medical staff has also been amazing and their responsiveness to her needs, heartening.
Loving someone for whom control and denial is a major priority is not easy, but I do. Her feisty independence has been a source of bane and blessing.
As Granny asks, "How do you like yer possum, Lowell, fallin' off the bones tender or with a little fight left in it?"
I hope your Mom recovers and that she stays as feisty as ever.
Sometimes we refuse to acknowledge where we are in our life's journey and accidents happen. They will not listen but have to find out for themselves.
Thank goodness for such good Samaritans.
GrammaM is amazing.
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