911

I had to call 911 for the first time this afternoon.  Marv and I went to the store.  Before we were done, he said he was really really tired and I told him to go to the front of the store and find a chair and rest.  I finished up and found him, we unloaded our bags into the car and were off to In 'n' Out for burgers, as we usually do on Tuesdays when I have my poetry meeting.  In the line waiting for our burgers he mentioned again how tired he was.  I said, "You would get stronger and not feel so weak if you'd walk a little every day."  He leaped out of the car, angry.  "I;m not going to listen to this all the way home!" he yelled as I tried to grasp his pants or his shirt to pull him back in.  "Get back in here," I tried to sound like I had some kind of authority.  "Right now!"  "No," he said, "I am going to walk home!"

And he went lumbering off, heading north.  I couldn't go forward or backward, and lost sight of him before I got out of the line.  I tried to think what I should do.  I looked for him until I knew he wouldn't have made it this far, and traffic was heavy, and it was 92* hot.  I knew I couldn't look for him and drive at the same time, so I hurried home and called 911.  Three big police cars arrived and took all the information I could give them--height, weight, hair color, clothing etc...and they went looking for him.  An hour later they returned with him in tow.  He had come quite a ways.

"I sure was glad to get a ride home," he told me.  "I don't think I could have taken one more step!"

He had no idea why he was out there walking on the side of the road, alone.  And a little later, he remembered none of it.  As if it never happened.  "Boy, am I hungry," he said.  "What have we got to eat?"  When I showed him his In 'n' Out burger, fries, and Pepsi he was delighted.

 Our son Marc said he went out like a lion and in like a lamb!  Yep!


Thanks to the folks at 911, and to those great police guys for finding him and bringing him home safe!

Golden Corral

We went out for lunch again today at the Golden Corral.  We were supposed to meet with a couple of guests who didn't show, so we went anyway.  Marv asked me at least ten times where we were going, and why.  We filled up our first plate, me with salad, he with a plate FULL of chicken (which he has previously decided he doesn't like) and other stuff.  He ate about half of it, looked at the rest and asked, "WHO put all this stuff on my plate?"  :D   He was really mystified....

He carefully wrapped up the chicken bones in a napkin for the dogs.  Then he took the meat he had torn off and I put it in a plastic sandwich bag to take home for the dogs.  He found the napkin-wrapped bones and asked, "What is this?  We're not saving this for anything, are we?"  Before we left he wanted to give me the bones.  "Just leave them there on the plate," I said, and he did.

Had pink cotton candy for dessert!