HELP! My sweet mother is BORED.
You may have noticed comments like this one on Odd:
“Bored, bored, bored. Sitting at home with a broken ankle is no fun, no fun at all. Hopefully by next Monday I’ll be out and about again. Not even the rain today made me all that happy.” MMJ
On any given day my sweet mother will hop up by 6:30 a.m., head out with Trinket (her Doberman), attend two dog obedience classes, run errands, return e-mails, pull weeds, clean the house, plan meals, visit elderly friends, and paint the hallway—all before 12 noon. Ok, so I am exaggerating a little… Let’s just say my mom is a high-energy type of person, from sunup until the cocktail hour on the patio at 5 p.m.
A few weeks ago, my sweet mom headed out with her good friend N.R to show Trinket at a dog agility trial. Dog agility is a dog sport in which a handler directs a dog through an obstacle course in a race for both time and accuracy. Dogs run off-leash with no food or toys as incentives, and the handler cannot touch the dog or obstacles but must use his or her voice, movement, and various body signals to direct the dog. By all accounts, my mother and Trinket were having a heck of a run on the agility course until my mother seemed to stumble and Trinket seemed to lose focus. My mother, of course, finished the run and hobbled out of the ring with Trinket. Everyone standing ringside immediately assured her Trinket was doing great and would have passed if only her handler (my mother) had not stumbled. My mother said, “Really? We were doing that well? Darn it! By the way, I think I broke my ankle.” I will tell you right now… there is no other sport as single-minded as dog showing.
My sweet mom landed up in the emergency room with the diagnosis of a broken ankle, a big boot, and a stern admonition to take it easy for a few weeks. My dad rented a wheelchair and crutches and took my mom home. Twenty minutes later, she was calling me to tell me she was BORED.
The last couple of weeks have been very hard for my housebound mom. I have tried my best to amuse her: I bought her a new Kindle, suggested books, encouraged her to browse Pinterest and lurk on Facebook, called her with amusing car stories, and wished I live a more exciting life so I could share it with her. I have asked her how to cook pork chops, shared a tater tot casserole recipe with her, and have even been bored with her. Cole, her dear boy, calls and amuses her, but we still have about a week to go before she can go and she is SO BORED!!
Please amuse my sweet mother. Tell us a story, a joke, ask for some dog advice, suggest a new book, leave a link too your amusing blog post, share a recipe, bitch about your spouse (did I mention she has been housebound with my dad for the last three weeks? A couple of days ago he broke a bottle of wine, and Trinket cut her foot and bled everywhere, and then the grilled cheese almost caught the house on fire—enough said. Some of you will understand). My mother is not hard to amuse; it’s just a never-ending job and we need some fresh material. My mother will love your company, so please leave a comment!