This is what my last two weeks have looked like:
My mom fell and broke her hip. But then, the next day, they rebuilt her, made her better than she was before: better, stronger, faster.
Okay, not really, but they did put a fancy pin in her hip. This is her surgeon’s (impressively doodly) whiteboard rendition:
Meanwhile, one of my best friends, who I haven’t seen in person for four years, was flying out to visit all the way from New Jersey.
For the next few days, I was visiting my mom, and my friend was visiting me, and I was squeezing in a little art on account of an unavoidable deadline, and on the last day my friend was here, my mother got transferred from the hospital to a rehab center, where, after one week, she was hula dancing.
She’s badass like that.
Oh yeah, and at some point, unrelated to my mom’s badassery, 35 contest stories, which I’d agreed to help judge, arrived in the mail.
It got pretty crazy.
Whatever, back to my mom, who is clearly the star of this post.
Once she started hula dancing, there was no keeping her in rehab, so my mom was sent home where she is now (as I type) zooming around her house like Mario Andretti… if Mario Andretti did his zooming with a walker…
Which he does not…
Because he’s not as badass as my mom.
For the last week, I’ve been traversing the 31.1 miles between my house and my parents’ house daily (62.2 miles, round trip). I can’t just stay at my parents’ house because a) my dog needs daily food, water, and love, and b) my parents’ internet keeps dying (which makes me feel disconnected and occasionally gives me hives).
In fact, I’m writing this post on Easter morning, after having called AT&T for the third time in as many days because the internet and television signal are down again at my parents’ house. AT&T said they’d get a technician right over, which I thought was kind of impressive given it’s Easter.
An hour later the technician called to say he was standing in front of my house. My house… 31.1 miles away. I told him that would be so awesome if only my house had the problem.
I’m sharing all this to explain why this post is two weeks late, in case you missed me. (I missed you!)
won’t might will probably happen again, on account of my being alive and all, and this being the (scary, frustrating, wonderful, goofy) stuff that life is made of.
Hey, I have three new Mother’s Day cards in the shop! Come see!