I Love a Parade!

Did you think I fell off the face of the earth? I feel like I did and have finally crawled back onto a flat surface. My laptop is still not cooperative. I have to catch it unaware, and I can finally do something, though only on a half screen. Never letting The Man choose one for me again. That is a task for my son. 

Finally finding ourselves with no doctor visits pending, I was getting the RV ready to roll. It has been humid and hot, so I used the hottest portion of the day to bathe two dogs. Eddie is still shunning me for making him get clean. Bo loved it. My back hated it. It didn't cool down until around 6:30 and I was going out in my pjs to make the RV bed and inventory clothes and supplies to see what I would need to load.

As you all know, well maybe you forgot, The Man has a favorite chore. It is getting the mail. He is not so patiently waiting for his new glasses. It has been a month, and he was told two weeks. That was like telling a toddler he could have a snack in an hour and then not holding up your part of the deal. He called after two weeks, and they told him that the protective coating on the lens was taking "a little longer". He has been calling every couple of days since. Until his wife, who is wise in the laziness of lower-level personnel, told him to ask if his glasses were THERE. Sure enough, they told him to just come by and pick them up. I was very clear in the shipping of the glasses, since it is so far away. Now he checks the mail 3 times a day.

He finally got a third pair of hearing aids and a refund. But I want the stronger prescription glasses on his head before we embark on our adventure. I can drive the RV, it is small. I don't want to drive the RV and leave The Man in charge of the canines. He does not pay attention to their body language that will alert you to their bathroom needs. I would rather stop and let them take care of business than clean up a mess. That being said, I purchased some disposable doggie diapers for Toni and plan to have one on her unless she is outside for the purpose of business. She leaks, she can't hear, can't see well and misses the pee pad entirely, though she is always close to its location.

So, he left out at around 7 pm on the riding mower for the final mail check of the day. I was getting things ready for bed, already in my pjs, showered, I let my fine straight hair air dry, making me look like Mo of the three stooges. As it was approaching 8, I wondered if The Man had found some poor unsuspecting soul to talk to or was mowing something that doesn't even belong to us.

I called his phone and it went to voice message.

Now I was worried. I have my own very special ring tone, and he knows better than to ignore ME!

I went outside and started up the drive, still clad in my pajamas, with my baby fine straight hair falling over my forehead, no make-up (you get the picture). There is a drive adjacent to ours that is even steeper than ours. I was looking for the mower and didn't see it. There are trees and underbrush between the drives until about 2/3's of the way up. I looked down at the drive and saw The Man. He was bent almost double, and his shirt was covered in dirt and blood. The mower was facing the opposite direction of where he was going to mow "this one strip of grass that Fred missed". Mr. Nice Guy doing his thing.

I shouted, "Are you okay?" He answered, "no". So, I continued up my drive and down the other drive to get to him. The neighbor lady was shouting that she had called someone to come help (Fred). She had asked The Man if he wanted an ambulance and he didn't. I got him up the drive and we were turning to go down our drive when Fred showed up. Fred asked if he had broken his arm. The Man was holding his left arm close. Fred went to look at the mower, and we continued down the drive so that I could remove his shirt to see what where the blood was coming from and how bad he was hurt.

I will continue tomorrow, leaving a cliff hanger. I will tell you one last thing. Kevin the cat was with The Man as he was crawling out of the ditch and as we made our way up the drive, all 9 of our feral cat colony was making their way up our drive and escorted us back down. Made me feel kind of special, a parade in honor of The Man that is too nice!