COMING TOGETHER--40

Wednesday morning I did not try to get my mother up. I was worried about my mother's sleeping, so I called Nancy and Philip. We agreed to see how things went today.

I had errands to do, so when I got back home it was 10am and she was up.

Evidently the sprinkler system men had come to see her, checking the sprinkler system. That seemed to perk her up. Then I brought her 7-11 coffee, which she likes. She was in her chair, reading, not dressed but up. Then Bob Poteet called! This is an old guy from church who visits old people. He's foolishly objectionable, a bit of a buffoon but means well. He forgets where he's been. This is probably all he can do at this stage of his career in ministry.

Mom can't stand him, which is more funny than anything else. So when he called the day after she spent the day in bed, it was God's sense of humor. I have not met this guy, but I'll be watching him when he comes.

We have had a good lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwich with apple juice. We're having a good day.

Bob showed up at 345pm. He's a chubby little guy, pleasant enough although not a burning intellectual. We talked about church and books both us of have read. So we prayed together, he left and we laughed. But you know, he's not so bad, he just doesn't know what to say to my mother. She doesn't know what to say to him.

And then Philip showed up with a half-gallon of ice cream. It was like insulting all that I had done up to this point. He was supposed to bring a pint. Now I don't know how her eating is going to go. That made my evening depressing.