You know what day it is...

It's Another Day in Montgomery, of course - and today...my Mother-in-law freaks me out!! (and NOT in the good way.)

Last week she was working in our front flower bed (You try telling the woman no!) It had to be close to 100 degrees and there she was scooting around on her backside, yanking (and I mean good-old-fashioned ripping up the earth type yanking) up youpon roots. If you've ever had a youpon you know those things lu-hu-huv to take root in all directions.

SO, acting as if she were the healthiest of women half her age she's toiling away. I kept telling her it's too hot, get inside or go home - anything but working up a tither in my front flower bed. But as I said before she doesn't understand "no" - especially when it comes to what she can and cannot do. (Sound like anyone you know???)

Well, about 3/4 of the way into it (I'm inside - 'cause I'm a little more sane than she is - emphasis on little) and I hear, "Oh, Oh, Ohhhh!" (Cripe! - This canNOT be good!) I dash to the front window and sha-BANG! There I see the most heart-wrenching of sights. My MIL flat-out on the grass, dirty-pants and all shining in my face. (Not to mention my SWAT-trained police officer of a neighbor doing the 4-yard dash in nano-seconds to her side.) FREAK_OUT! My internal clock just flat out stopped! GoodLord in Heaven I thought it was all over for the old bird - and from the way all the blood in my body was at my toes, I thought I might not be far behind her.

Well, I proceeded to sprint to the door, faster than a woman my age should run inside and leaping over small animals who were frantically trying to tell me in the loudest of ways that they understood I was panicked. (I should pause to mention that my oldest was sound asleep on the sofa and the youngest had her eyes literally glued to the television and I'm not certain they even realized that I'd made horrendous noise myself and was crashing out the door.)

I get out there and praise the Lord she is sitting up! Looking a little glassy-eyed and repeating, "I'm OK. I'm OK." My neighbor then realizes I'm there and gives me a look that I shall never forget. It was part "you're an IDIOT for letting this woman work out here like this" and part "the women in my life don't understand no either" (with a smidge of "whew! I'm glad it's your responsibility and not mine.")

I should also tell you that the Lord's timing is PERFECT - for, you see, we had no sooner gotten the woman off the ground and gave thanks my husband didn't see that when up he rolls. For CERTAIN we would have all the EMT's in Montgomery at my door had he seen her on the ground!!

So, here we are a week later (and complaints abounding over her aching wrist) and she calls at 7:15 at night to say she had spent the last 45 minutes at the urgent care center, where the kindly and fair-looking Dr. advised her there was something "going on in there" with regard to her wrist and urging her to visit an Orthopaedist. Whoopie!! (Did I mention we still weren't supposed to let my DH know she had fallen? Had wrist pain? AND been to the Dr.?? -Tsk-tsk for secrets! Uh, he knows, but has been dutiful and kept silent. :)

We are, today, praying that the new specialist will see her EARLY today...that the "something going on in there" is minor at worst and that the woman will still keep her vip, but drop some of the need for pride in hearing people say, "Good golly! I hope I can scoot around on my rear end in 100 degree weather yanking youpon roots from the depths of the earth like you do when I'm your age!"