Mom is having a rough time. She is still having moments of dizziness, and her back is hurting so much she can barely do simple chores. Even getting up from a chair and walking is a painful task. She's been doing her exercises, but her phys therapist says if there isn't improvement with the vertigo this week, it could be something beyond what they can do for her.
We did manage to shop for a mattress on Thursday. Mom wanted a newer and softer mattress and she found one she really liked that happened to be on sale for $200 less than regular price. There would be an $80 delivery charge.
I received a call from Adam on Friday, and we talked for about an hour. He is as upbeat as ever. We were talking about my Mom and her mattress, and he had a great suggestion. His cousin who lives downstairs from him has a pickup truck. He said he could borrow that truck and haul the mattress/box springs to our house and save us the $80 delivery charge. On Saturday afternoon after leaving the shop, I drove to Adam's place and met his cousin. Adam drove me to the mattress store/warehouse that was just a short distance away. Mom had called them in advance so they were expecting us. The warehouse employee told us where to back up
and he had it all ready next to the entranceway. I was surprised that the man who was frail in appearance, picked up the box springs and carried it by himself on his shoulders and gently placed it into the bed of the pickup. Perfect fit. He did the same with the mattress. Adam and I didn't have to do anything. It was a bright sunny Saturday, but a bit windy, so Adam strapped things down so nothing would take flight on the way.
When we got to our house, Adam and I carried the box springs/mattress inside and placed them onto my Mom's bed frame. Easy job and a perfect fit. Mom thanked Adam and gave him a hug for what he did for us. I rode back with Adam to get my car, and I thanked his cousin for the use of his truck. I offered some money but he refused. Adam invited me upstairs to his part of the farm house. I hadn't seen it yet. A nice, cozy little place he is happy about. He fixed us each a bowel of soup and had the music of Johnny Cash playing in the background. Just before I left, I asked him if he got lonely up here. He told me he hadn't found a boyfriend yet. When I gave him a goodbye hug and thanked him for his help, I said that maybe he doesn't have to look as hard as he thinks. I don't know what he'll take from that hint.
I've always been fascinated by nature's fury. I've watched many of the Weather Channel shows featuring storm stories. We don't get a lot of tornados in PA, but that threat seems to be increasing. I think trailer parks are vulnerable simply because of their structure. They don't call them "mobile" homes for nothing. Tornado power is so incredible, and the peculiar tricks they seem to play, and how Oklahoma (Moore) seems to be a target. BC, you could have earned some money making a commercial for Florsheim. "Our shoes are tornado tough!" If a tornado was ever in my sights, I'm not sure where I'd go or what I'd do.

Playing Naked Twister with Ash, Bryce, and Randy would be VERY interesting indeed!
The Dem debate was more interesting. I liked seeing Bloomberg getting smacked around. He wasn't up for the challenge. I'm not impressed with any of the rest.
I'm happy to see that Jay has gone from Unloveable . . . to a Daydreamer. That's progress, I guess.
This morning I watched a parade of 14 deer make their way across our back yard and into the woods.
~ "I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship."