Death, a Conference Call and Dirty Fingernails

The day started with stunning news of a young man's death from a car accident. Perishing with him was his wife, along with their 1-year-old son. Haven't seen him recently, but he's attended functions at our church from time to time.

Kinda of hard to get that out of the mind.

But the out-of-doors needed Ma's attention, so I weeded grass out of the last two rows of raspberries, then went to the neighboring property and scratched up enough mulch to cover said rows. Now all of my brambles are covered over for the year.

Then I dug out quack grass from both sides of Ethan's potato bed, which he has yet to notice and thank me for. But he will. Oh yes, he will.

Good honest work in the dirt is the best therapy for....just about anything.

THEN, in the early evening, your very own humble Ma participated in her first conference call. Most cool, really. With all the siblings. One brother out in Virginia, one Ma from Iowa, and then the rest on a speaker phone in Indiana.

Very constructive and helpful discussion concerning Mom's care.

By the time 2 1/2 hours had gone by, I took a hasty break to go beg, "Will someone please start scrambled eggs for supper???"

It all worked out. The call and supper. We'd been eating way too well with the relatives, anyways. Can't have the family getting used to meat every night...

One hot bath and 4 chapters of James and the Giant Peach later, Ma still has dirt under her fingernails and is feeling the day went well, considering it started out with news of a young man and his family's death.

Life is hard to comprehend sometimes, but keeping busy helps.
 

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