The Color Purple

It was treatment day. We left my house at a little before 8:00 and of course had to drive thru Hardees for a sausage biscuit. There are no fast food drive thru's in Rison, so my Mom takes advantage any time she can. A quick stop at a convenient store for drinks to carry in our insulated bag and off we went. Traffic was pretty light and we made good time. First to see the oncology nurse for an update on everything and lab that shouldn't have needed to be done, but due a snafu at the lab, was required. We walked down to the oncology lab, checked in and proceded to wait for almost an hour before being called back. During this time of waiting, Mom performed her usual moaning and heavy sighing due to impatience. Finally, we were called back and as we walked to her particular cubicle, she spotted a treatment patient with a purple sparkly cap on. Purple is my Mom's favorite color. She firmly stated then and there, that she wanted a purple cap like that one. "Ok Mom, we'll look for one. Maybe they have one in the gift shop." The IV was started and all that goes with it, but an hour into the 4 hour treatment, she began to get antsy. Everyone around us was just laying back enjoying the quiet, reading, napping or watching the little tvs that some of the cubicles have. (Not ours, unfortunately) But not my mother. No, she sqirmed, and sighed and twitched and asked how much longer. She's like a child in the back seat of a car on a vacation trip, I swear. I escaped for a little while, going outside to sit and warm up a bit, and then to the gift shop where I spied ONE purple sparkly cap. $15.00 is way too much to pay for one of those things, but my Mom wanted one by jingies and she got it. (Don't tell her how much it cost, she would have a fit.)



Finally it was time to go, and we left and traveled to Lowes in Bryant. She needs a new hall light fixture desperately, and she had a gift card from Christmas she hasn't spent yet. She found one she loved, and we started out with it and she changed her mind. She wanted to go to Home Depot and was afraid she'd see one there she liked better. We put it back, and headed out of the parking lot and she got sick. She had enough time to unbuckle her belt and open the door, thank goodness. She didn't lose a lot, but I was very glad it was on the ground and not in my vehicle. We stopped in Chic-fil-A and she bought some salty fries. That and her Diet Coke made her feel better and so on to HD we went. Sadly, they didn't have a fixture like the one she wanted, but she settled for something different.

And Brother, if you are reading this, she is worried about your motorcycle. She had a dream that she was in the front yard, and Daddy was alive and walking to the shop. You came driving up the road on your bike, pointed at her as you drove past, and headed around to the back of the house toward Daddy. You turned too sharp and the bike slid out from under you. So, you might want to call her first chance you get and convince her you are a careful driver of the bike. Just saying...