That's what I get...
for going out without telling my "handlers" (i.e. neighbor)
On Sat the 3rd. I got to go see Robbin (YAAY!!) I actually had the temerity to go OUT without trotting it against Em. Actually, I DID tell her, but she forgot!.
Now, there is a person I met, a guy named Russ, who has become a friend (not THAT type of friend, more like a brother). Shortly after I left for Philly, he decided to swing by. Knock-knock, no answer. Hmmm, Well maybe she's gone to the store...a few hours later, Russ again, knock-knock, no answer. Panic sets in. Where IS she? He goes over to Em's. Where IS she? "I don't know! Panic redoux. She phones. You got it, no answer. So what does she do? Call 911! The paramedics come, the cops come, get down and peer under the door (there is a gap big enough I don't know why they didn't just crawl under) they see the wheels of my chair (when I go out, as in, in someone's car, I use the walker) but they don't see ME. So they try a bunch of keys. Nada. So they go get some sort of thingy that pops the lock (not breaks, just opens) and come in. Cat is here. Ferrets are here. She is not here! So one of them says " could she have gone to see someone" and POOF! Their collective brain cell kicks in and Em remembers that I was going to go see Robbin!. So they lock the door and go. Russ leaves a note (I am worried, call me!).
I get home, notice that the cat is acting squirrely...see the note, and see that my phone is blinking. I call Em back and she fills me in on the high-jinks. Then I call Russ and assure him that I am, indeed, ok.
So I guess if something DID happen to me, the cavalry is right across the hall...gives me a bit of a warm, fuzzy feeling to know that they care...of course Razzie (the cat) didn't forgive me till bed-time
On Sat the 3rd. I got to go see Robbin (YAAY!!) I actually had the temerity to go OUT without trotting it against Em. Actually, I DID tell her, but she forgot!.
Now, there is a person I met, a guy named Russ, who has become a friend (not THAT type of friend, more like a brother). Shortly after I left for Philly, he decided to swing by. Knock-knock, no answer. Hmmm, Well maybe she's gone to the store...a few hours later, Russ again, knock-knock, no answer. Panic sets in. Where IS she? He goes over to Em's. Where IS she? "I don't know! Panic redoux. She phones. You got it, no answer. So what does she do? Call 911! The paramedics come, the cops come, get down and peer under the door (there is a gap big enough I don't know why they didn't just crawl under) they see the wheels of my chair (when I go out, as in, in someone's car, I use the walker) but they don't see ME. So they try a bunch of keys. Nada. So they go get some sort of thingy that pops the lock (not breaks, just opens) and come in. Cat is here. Ferrets are here. She is not here! So one of them says " could she have gone to see someone" and POOF! Their collective brain cell kicks in and Em remembers that I was going to go see Robbin!. So they lock the door and go. Russ leaves a note (I am worried, call me!).
I get home, notice that the cat is acting squirrely...see the note, and see that my phone is blinking. I call Em back and she fills me in on the high-jinks. Then I call Russ and assure him that I am, indeed, ok.
So I guess if something DID happen to me, the cavalry is right across the hall...gives me a bit of a warm, fuzzy feeling to know that they care...of course Razzie (the cat) didn't forgive me till bed-time
posted by Yoda Mamma | 1/11/2010
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