A Sunday Ride

It seems the offer of a Sunday ride will still jump start Odetta. She has not really felt well all week. Today after church Don-Mike & Amber stopped by to see if Mother wanted to go for a ride.

Don-Mike walked in & asked Nana how she was doing. She was sitting slumped in her chair, She told him not very good. At least it wasn't "Terrible," which is her usual response. Don-Mike asked where she wanted to go for a ride.

She perked right up. "I don't know. Where's a good place to go?" Don-Mike suggested going up towards Grace. She readily agreed.

I said she wasn't dressed, but it didn't matter, she could go like she was. I sent her waste basket (to throw up in), a box of tampons (for nose bleeds), a blanket, her water bottle, some Kleenex & her portable oxygen. She wanted to wear her black nylon coat. I said I hoped neither one of them had OCD. Amber said she loves her nylon coat, she likes to rub it. So does Mother, but the rattle of the coat drives me crazy.

My whole life my parents always went for Sunday rides. They both enjoyed them. Even when my dad was so sick, Mother would take him for rides. Now, she still enjoys a ride.