My mom is walking again

So my mom went to her physiotherapist today, and she is no longer using crutches or a walker to get around, but walking on her own two feet.

Some of you read the entry over a month ago (7 weeks ago) where I shared how she slipped and fell on the ice and broke her ankle, apparently in three places. Well, my parents leave for England on Friday, so this comes just in time. I’m excited for them since they’ll get to spend four days in Holland. But otherwise, they’re visiting a friend in England for the most part, and branching out and visiting other places. But praise God, she’ll be able to walk instead of being pushed around in a wheel chair. However she still expects my dad to push her around in a wheel chair like her special slave.

I have a hunch maybe the “ankle breaking” was all staged and was just a way of getting us to wait on her hand and foot. Get it, “hand and foot”?! Nevermind.

So I went to Auburn Bible Chapel today after work today to see if anyone was still in the office to let me in the building, so I could put my newsletters in the mailboxes of the people who get them—the paper version of the same thing that I just emailed out to many of you over the weekend. Then my cell phone goes off, and it’s my mom calling. She asks me if I want to go out to eat to celebrate with her and my dad that she’s walking again. I said “ok, sure.”

However, there was a sad reality to this predicament that I didn’t realize until getting over to their house.

They were ready to leave right that instant, and had wanted me to bring the van over because her car won’t start. So I asked if inviting me was an after-thought (since my brother had used their other car for work, and that would leave me and the van or else they couldn’t go at all), and it’s rude to ask me to bring the van over to go out to eat and not invite me.

Busted!

She found some diplomatic way of pretending that wasn’t the case, but in reality her and my dad were on their way out to eat just the two of them when they found her car wouldn’t start. Which is odd, because before she broke her foot, it wouldn’t start and she had it taken in to Jack McGee to fix it. Instead they found all these other things wrong with it and charged her $900. And, it still doesn’t start.

To all you local folk living in the P Dot or the greater P Dot area, don’t go to Jack McGee’s! Proverbs says “a fool and his money are soon departed.” If you take your car in to get it to start, and pay nearly $1000, then I’ll tell you one thing that car better darn well do when they are through with it!

So we went to Montanna’s and had the bubbliest server I’ve ever come across. So bubbly, that I couldn’t make eye contact with her or else I’d bust out laughing. My dad said if she were any more bubbly she could be a character on Saturday Night Live. I say, better to have an over-enthusiastic and perky server, than a mean and incompetent one, but to each his own.

I have bad indigestion now from my meal. Too much pop. (that’s SODA to all you foreigners reading.)

Bye for now.