We took Mom out on the town last night. Well, not really. We bundled her up in my car and went to dinner at Suzanne's house. She sat by the fire, staring at the cat who was curled up at (or rather, on) her feet.
When it was time to eat, she had a plateful of angel hair pasta to look at. Then we moved back into the living room for coffee. It's a little like having a garden gnome in the house and moving it around from room to room with you. Well, except that she's not inanimate.
The fact that we can only see the top of her head makes her quips and one-liners even funnier. She hasn't lost her mind, even if everything else in her head is being altered by the force of gravity. The doctor expects her face to be puffy for awhile after she's able to look up again Tuesday.
And that blasted bubble inside her eye is already giving her fits. She keeps that eye closed most of the time, and no one knows for sure how long before it'll dissolve. Days? Weeks?
In any case, her spirits are good, despite the boredom, and so ours are better, too. And we're doing what we can to relieve the boredom. I kind of wish the funnies were a little funnier, though.