A transcendent Thursday, rising above the normal as far as the average day. Did not wake up until nearly 11 a.m., which was rather nice. I was eager to see how outside kitty was doing, so I checked on her first. She's the kitty who was attacked by a stray dog recently, dear readers. What a mess. She had peed all over herself, the cage, soaking the food bowl, the spilled food, the water bowl, and the cage floor in urine. Poor thing. She hates to be cooped up, but since she's still on the vet-issued antibiotic, necessary. I am not trying to be mean to her by keeping under "tight wraps," but until I've given her all the medication, it will be a necessary "evil." I took her out of the cage and washed her body off as best I could at the outside faucet, lugged the cage to the backyard, where I shall scrub it all with water and soap (have not yet undertaken this task). BTW, I will be using Seventh Generation liquid laundry detergent as the cleansing agent.
Not to digress, but I have within the last year discovered Seventh Generation products, and I love them. They just smell natural and fresh, not synthetic.
Anyhoo, I then had to think about Delilah the wonder dog. She, I remembered, needed her flea medication Comfortis, so after playing on the computer for awhile, she and I took off in Toyota Camry for the bank to deposit a check and the vet to get the flea medicine. Done, yay, another task of love accomplished for my lovely doggy. I just could burst with love.
I am nearing my neighborhood, when up ahead I see a Smart car parked in the right line with its flashers on, so I drove into the left lane to go around the car. As I neared it, I saw a lady senior citizen standing by the right rear tire, and I clearly heard her hysterically say, "STOP, STOP." I hesitated for a few minutes, but I decided to pull over and park. I grabbed my I Phone and walked toward her car, and she was clearly upset, saying statements like "You're the first one to stop." She was emotionally venting about today's world and how people did not care anymore, and how the lack of trust was terrible. As I drew closer, I saw that she had a cane. She said, "I've been out here for 1/2 hour and I need to get out of this sun." She wanted to sit in my car, but I was afraid Delilah would not cooperate about a stranger approaching the car. Anyway, the elderly lady said that she had recently broken her hip. By this time, a gentleman in a silver / gray car had stopped, and he let her sit in his car.
The drama does not end here, however. I called her husband again (she said she had already called him and that he was on his way), and then called 911 and gave the operator the house number of the nearest house I saw (she had previously called 911 too), which was pretty smart of her. It did not take long for an ambulance to arrive (in fact, there were 3 emergency responder vehicles: a fire truck and several police cars). A lot of quick respondents. In the meantime, the woman's daughter had arrived, and she was yelling at the man who let the lady sit in his car. She told him, "back off" and "fuck you." She got mad because the man could not figure out why she let her elderly mother be out by herself in this heat. Emotions were running rather high on their parts, and the ambulance technician had to intercede and say, "let's not fight, let's take care of this lady."
Oh, I forgot my other important role. I walked to the car where the elderly lady was sitting and answered some of the 911 operator's questions of the lady and her daughter, such as "Does she have chest pains?" and "has she ever had a heart attack?" and "what is her skin temperature?" It scared me, because lady's face was really red, and she was still hysterical and out of it emotionally. The 911 operator gave me some other instructions, but the paramedics were there by then and I just the thread of the oral instructions from the 911 operator about what I should do if the lady grew worse physically. They removed her from the car, put her on a stretcher and loaded her into the ambulance then. I left soon thereafter, but I first asked the police officer if there was anything else that they needed from me. They said, "no," that I could go.
That be the end of this adventure ! Now I'm exhausted and really glad to be home. I ate a club sandwich at City Bites around 4 p.m. and hung out there after dinner until 5 p.m. so I could get my free Pumpkin Cookie (had a coupon). End of story. That is it.
a few more "tidbits": "When one burns a bridge, it might be wise to fling the lighted match slowly," "I need a drink," LOL, and I love it when the gray hairs fall from my head, dear readers.
