Waiting, again. in A small but passable life.

One, two, three more days of the same routine. Coffee, reading, and lying by the pool.

Today was different. I went in the house at my usual 8am-ish to put on the coffee. Mom is sometimes already up and sitting in her chair and if not she’ll get up right then. Not this morning. She said she wanted to sleep some more. Okay. I came in for my second cup. She was still in bed, saying she’d like a bit more sleep. Okay. I came in for my third cup. She said to pour her cup and set it by her chair. I set her walker by her bed. I came in after my third and last cup. She was still in bed. I asked her if she was alright, what did she want me to do. She said she wanted to go to the emergency room. She said she probably couldn’t walk to the car. I called 911.

It has been several hours since I left her in the emergency room after taking her hospital bag to her and checking up on her. No one had been in to see her. No one behind the desk knew anything. I made sure they had phone numbers to call and I left.

I’ve called my sis-in-law and just now talked to Daughter on the phone. Now we’re all waiting on a phone call.

February 6, yesterday, was my sister’s birthday. She would have been 56, if she hadn’t of died 2 ½ years ago. Mom didn’t say anything yesterday. And I didn’t mention it. Whether that has anything to do with Mom’s present state of mind, who knows?

Our family has never dwelled on the dead. Maybe we should?

Anyway, tomorrow morning could go one of two ways, maybe three. One, get up to my normal routine. Two, get up before sunrise, don the new $35 boots and grab the new walking stick I found for $15 both at Walmart, and go for a good long walk, or thirdly, sleep in for a good long while.

All the ladies have been calling, checking up on Mom. And I haven’t anything to tell them.

Anyway, I shall sit right here and wait for the phone to ring.