If my daughter needs me to watch the grandkids, I drop everything to go over there. I have very selfish reasons. I go just to get the hugs and kisses from them. They are getting near the age where they may not need me, but I plan to drag it out as long as I can. After all, I moved here just for this reason.
I had to leave them alone for a half hour transition between my departure and their dads arrival. They did great. I left to get to Janet’s memorial service.
I swung by The Home to pick up five passengers. It was a beautiful service of celebration. They sang hymns that make old people cry. We cry easily any way. Old hymns are always connected to old memories — especially “How Great Thou Art.” Her son told some terrific stories. Loved the ones about her terrible driving. I’m surprised someone didn’t take her license. Her first husband never let her drive, but when he passed away she inherited a new Cadillac. On her second day of driving she tried to squeeze between two cars. She scrapped her car on both sides. He shared stories of several of mom’s wrecks. Three times she rolled a car (different cars) on the same road and ended up in the same guys yard. She rear-ended a city bus causing $86,000 damage. She turned into a home driveway and missed it by 20 feet ending up with the front of car in a ditch. They were going to call a tow truck when a couple of large neighbors said they could lift up the front end. While they held it, she was to put it in reverse and back up. She put it into drive and pinned the guys on the other side of the ditch. She was driving down a four-lane freeway at 85 miles an hour going the wrong way. The Highway Patrol had to stop her. She was out driving (the correct way this time) with one of her grandkids. She was doing over 90 miles and hour when the child commented that she was speeding. She said it was okay because the police radar doesn’t work in the rain. I doubt these were very funny in real life, but the son told the stories in such a way that if was impossible not to laugh. I’m glad I didn’t know her during her driving days.
Relaxed a bit before having supper and getting ready to attend the community production of Cinderella. Yes, this has been theater week. Second show in two nights. If I had the money and there were enough shows I would go every week. I love live theater. Maria and Kiki had tickets with me. They were on hold at the theater. I called to remind them our tickets for the show were tonight. Kiki only has a landline. She wasn’t home. Maria has a cell phone, but never takes it with her and when she does she never turns it on. I tried to reach her anyway, knowing it was useless. I then searched the complex in all the usual places and they were nowhere to be found. I finally checked the garage and saw that Leslie’s car was gone. There was a good chance they were all together. I figured they went for supper. Being a warm night, I sat on the porch waiting for them. We were to leave at 6:50. I called and changed it to 7:00. I actually left at 7:15 for a 7:30 show.
It was a descent show. It was their annual kid performers show. Great singers. Pacing was slow. After the show I drove through Dairy Queen and picked up the new turtle pecan pie. Totally off my diet, but hey, I only do it three times a day (joking – can’t you take a joke?) On my arrival I noticed Leslies car had not returned. To be gone over three hours means only one thing. They went to the casino. I hope they won some money as they lost it at the show.
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