A sweet elderly lady named Kate called me Saturday to say, “My caregiver could not find your column on the internet this time. Did you give it up or let us down?” I read Brazil Buzz to her.
She thanked me and then asked what Tootie Mae, our little canine friend is doing these days.
I told her she is doing well and very excited about her new bright red doggie buggy.
When the box arrived she sat in her recliner and watched as Paul and I assembled the framework of her gift, a somewhat time-consuming job. After we dachshund drivers did a final safety inspection of her fine fun form of transportation, long-short Tootie examined our work wagging her tail, a show of approval.
I pushed her buggy down the hall to the spare bedroom and told her to get up onto the sofa bed.
She was so excited when I unzipped the netting from the hood. I turned it around, the front-facing her and she jumped inside without help. I zipped it up and off we went for a trial run down the hall and throughout the house.
My passenger did not seem to care that it was dark outside when we watched the moon from the patio doors and gave me paws up when we stopped by the pantry for a treat. The trial run went well. Our little bright-eyed friend jumped out with ease and headed to her recliner.
In no time, she was sleeping peacefully beneath her fleece dragging blanket and perhaps dreaming sweet dreams.
We are quarantined now and have been several days. Hopefully, we will stay well and be able to move about outside in warm sunshine freed from fear of catching the virus.
Paul and I canceled our doctor’s appointments. Our daughters and grandchildren shop for us and keep my prescriptions filled. Paul depends on the pharmacy at VA to fill his medicinal needs.
He is bearing the pain that has returned to his legs until his shots begin again.
uses his stationary bike and follows a list of other exercises that help with his mobility.
Paul Baby will be 81 years of age April 6. His health issues are many. Tootie and I will do our best to keep him safe from the virus and his spirits high. We do not take the threat lightly.
Remember, God takes no vacation. He never stops to rest, He is forever looking over us.
He does his very best. When we have our darkest days and begin to pray God looks down from heaven and takes the gloom away. I believe the content of those lines from my poem to be true!
I can be reached by phone at 317- 286-7352 or drop me a line at 649 South Grant Street, Brownsburg, IN. ,46112.