Hello to all,
Tammy, AKA Mom of a gray-faced fur baby, is on a committee to bring prom dresses to young women of our county who would not usually be able to afford them. This committee decorates a local church elegantly to give these prom-goers the whole experience of picking out the right dress. They have personal shoppers to accompany them to help make sure they are well coordinated with shoes, jewelry, and other essentials for looking fabulous on prom night. This precious gift is totally free for the girls and their families.
They plan for several months to achieve a high-class shopping experience. As dress day approaches, the meetings become more frequent and longer. Yesterday, I took Mom to the latest meeting at 9:30. When I arrived home shortly after ten, Ginger gave me the third degree for not bringing Mom home. This frightful stare conveyed concern for Mom being left to wander the Earth without a proper escort, disappointment in me for not seeing the dangers, and sadness for Ginger missing her Mom.
Ginger stood guard on the couch in front of the panoramic window. She took short naps between vigilantly staring for any signs of her missing Mom. The occasional mourning and cries of sorrow swept through the house, bringing a tear to my eye, knowing her pain of missing Mom. When the vigil became too wearing, a slow, soft moan indicated a brief nap to come.
As the little hand rounded four on the clock, a shriek of excitement screamed out as a vaguely familiar car slowed in front of our home. A full-blown, loving panic shrills in my ear canals as the vehicle stops in our drive. The squeals of delight and whole-body wags await Mom coming home from her Herculean adventure.
After a half-hour of loving reunion, the remainder of the night offered a cold furry shoulder, and turned back to the missing Mom of most of the day. Mom offered a cookie to regain the love of her ever-faithful dog, but this only led to momentary cuddling. I think the constant vigil of staring out the window all day made Ginger too tired to care last night. This morning, after a good night’s sleep, Mom had her fur baby back by her side.
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Grace to you,
Danny Mac
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