This morning Markus slept late so in my foggy pre-caffeinated brain I began to piece together things that I must do this one day. Writing, teaching, reading...everyday composed of those mainly prioritized things.
Today being Columbus day, I put together things for Markus and I to watch about the history of America. He wakes up and we watch a few short videos about how Christopher Columbus was not the first to discover America. He asks for his ice cream cone shortly after that, I post the conversation and accompanying photo of him and his mint chocolate chip treat. Not long after that, the phone rings. It's my mother.
"Carole. I hate to do this to you but I don't have my key to get in my house. I am locked out. Can you please come and open the house for me?"
I am at her house in ten minutes. She has the companion lady with her 24/6 and the lady is helping her out of the car and to the sidewalk. I open the door and say okay, I will talk to you again soon. She says goodbye.
They are stopped in the middle of the walkway between the car and the front porch. I watch her, from behind I wouldn't know she was the woman who raised me all these years. She looks very elderly today.
I am pulling out of the driveway. She turns and wiggles her set of keys at me, a look of frustration on her face. I get out and ask her what's wrong.
"The house key is not on my key ring. How am I going to get in the house?"
"I have a key, mom. The door is unlocked now."
I have a lump in my throat. Time to leave again.