Tuesday, January 12, 2016

the fallen angel

Up where Tiffany had her fatal wreck there are still flowers and a ceramic angel that appeared after her funeral.  Evidently the heavy snow last weekend knocked her over face first into the mud.  The first time I saw it something told me that needed to be fixed and so I pulled over and stood that girl up again to watch over things on the corner.  Angels among us, indeed.  I found them everywhere today as I transported Mama from the rehab to doctor's office in a wheelchair and private car ( ratty ass Camry ) to get her cleared to return to Maple Ridge.  Umm.  Not just no but hell no!  The pins from the December surgery are out and that's why she's in excruciating pain so here we go back to surgery tomorrow.  Lerd, UCMTSU.  I don't have a clue what's going on in the outside world because mine has sort of become up-close and personal and really?  It's a comfort to not have to worry about all the drama of war and politics and crackheads.  Yes, I realize people are starving but I can't fix it except by sharing what I have with another traveler.

Other than that?  I've got nothing.


1 comment:

  1. I am so sorry to read this. I surely hope all goes well and she will recover soon and easily.