Celery and Soap

I heard a car come down the driveway today while bathing my dog and sure enough it was the black hood of a Park Avenue. An unannouced visit from mom is a regular occurence and you just never know what to expect - other than she will be getting ice (another story).


Today's main objective was a celery delivery. I didn't ask for any celery but in her estimation, I apparently needed some. Even with a broken toe, it was important that half a bag of celery not go to waste - at least in her refrigerator - better to do so in mine.


This particular visit also included a jar of hand soap. After carving up the package of celery, she hobbled back to the car, retrieved said soap and placed it on the counter. Not a word - just sat it down next to the sink. I felt bad my crippled mother was limping around to deliver celery and soap. I would have been glad to make those trips back and forth to car for her if she had only clued me in to her plan.


As such, the actions she takes and the reasons behind them are better left alone. I should applaud her for not wanting the celery to go to waste. And I am grateful for ANY item she chooses to remove from her pack rat house. But if nothing else the delivery was a reason to drop by. I'm told on a recurring basis that I do not spend enough time with her. According to mom we are to talk at least once a day and spend time together at least once a week. Mom has all the perfect plans for my life if only I would execute them.