Sunday, June 26, 2011

Overconfidence

My road to fitness seems to be a hilly one. I spent three successful days on the recumbent cycle in the exercise room on the first floor. I was able to increase my time by five minutes each day, so I thought if I can do that, then surely I can walk across the parking lot to Krogers next door, and do some grocery shopping. My mother has been doing all the grocery shopping since I arrived here, and I felt a little guilty about it, so I asked her to make a list of what she wanted, and I would add that to my list and go over and get it.

They allow you to bring your shopping cart back to the apartment building, so you can take it up on the elevator to your floor. You then leave the cart in the laundry room, and one of the building's porters takes them back down the utility elevator and back to the store. So Thursday afternoon, I set out to get some groceries. My back was hurting, but I thought I could handle it. When I got outside, the temperature was in the low 90's and the sun was blazing, so I went to my truck first to retrieve my sunglasses, then I made my way across the burning hot asphalt to Krogers. By the time I got there, my legs felt like concrete, and I wondered if I could go on. It was an effort just to step up onto the curb at the store's entrance.

Once inside, I got a small cart and thought I would just lean on it a bit for support, while I attended to my shopping list. I manage to get just two boxes of pasta, a bottle of olive oil, and a can of salmon, before I realized that I just couldn't do it. I had to get my sleeping pill prescription refilled while I was there, so I hobbled over to the pharmacy section. The pharmacist said it would take about twenty minutes. Thank goodness they had a small lobby with some chairs, so I sat down and thumbed through a trashy tabloid, filled with stories of the infidelities of various stars, and their fashion faux pas. Not my usual reading material, I assure you, but it was all they had. As I sat there, I fet hot and faint. I noticed a cooler nearby filled with bottled water, so I got up and grabbed a 20 oz bottle of water and returned to my chair.

The way I was feeling, I knew I wouldn't be able to finish my shopping, let alone walk back across the hot parking lot pushing a cart, so I got on my cell phone and called my mother to come and rescue me in her air conditioned Mercury Grand Marque. I know...........I don't like to ride with her, but it was just a two minute drive back her building, so I figured what could possibly go wrong? I paid for my prescription, and the few other items I had, and waited in another chair at the door for her to pull her car up.

When she pulled up to the entrance of the store, I went out and got into her car. We hadn't even gotten out of the parking lot yet, when she nearly t-boned a car coming up the entrance road! She was trying to make a left turn, and didn't even bother to look right before pulling out into traffic. I saw the car coming, and yelled LOOK OUT! She slammed on the brakes, just narrowly missing the oncoming car! I gripped the leather seat as firmly as I could with my buttocks, and held my tongue as she cut corners, gunned the engine to take off, and slammed on brakes to slow down at every stop, until we finally made it back to her building. She let me off at the entrance where I breathed a sigh of relief, then she put the car in one of the empty diagonal parking spaces. While doing so, she stepped on the accelerator pedal too hard, and slammed into the car parked in front of her, putting a pie pan size dent in it's fender! I swear, the woman is going to either kill herself, or someone else before long. I would like to find a way to convince her to stop driving before she becomes a statistic, but she really thinks she is a good driver, and you can't argue with her, because she is as stubborn as a mule. Even when proven wrong, she remains convinced of her certitude.

Other than that bit of excitement, life has been pretty dull here in the condo. TV is such a wasteland of obnoxious commercials that I have decided to dip into my mother's stash of books. I was never a prolific book reader. When I was working, by the time I got home I was always too tired to read. A few pages and I would nod out. But now, with so much time on my hands and nothing to do, it's a different story. I'm currently reading The WInd In The Willows. I'm sure that some teacher read it to us long ago in early grade school, but if they did, it's a long forgotten memory. It's such a lovely story told from the animal's perspective, and I soon found myself longing to live in a tidy, cozy burrow, sharing good cheer by a crackling fire, with mice, moles, rats and badgers!

Melissa XX

11 comments:

Angel said...

When it comes to driving, your mother sounds a lot like my mother-in-law. Luckily she is no longer driving.

I would suggest that you go easy, but you've obviously learned that for yourself. I'm glad you didn't collapse or something!!

Cynthia said...

All I can say is,bless you for trying. Take it slow and easy.

Blessings, Prayers,and Hugs

Carolyn Ann said...

Keep at it, ducks.

We live in the country, too. Our fires are gas-powered, but the idea of sharing them with anything except the Ultimate Hunters (tired after a day's hunting... For another comfy spot to nap) is a bit, well, off-putting. :-)

Keep getting' better.

Leslie Ann said...

If you are serious about getting your mother to stop driving, I know that most states allow you to report drivers that might need to have their licenses revoked, and some will allow you to do it anonymously. It might be worth a call or two. Telling her that some stranger must have called in her plate after a near-miss seems pretty plausible.

I wish we could get my MIL to stop driving. Being virtually uninsurable after multiple accidents hasn't stopped her.

Good to hear that you are being ambitious in your attempts to get out of the apartment. It'll get better.

Jenny said...

Gunning the engine to take off, near misses, slamming the brakes at every stop? Sounds just like an everyday commute in the South of England!

The trip to the store may have been too much but it's still positive you're up to using the exercise room.

Caroline said...

Never a dull moment then!

A walk to the shops does that to me too after a day gardening.

Stamina takes a while to return, take care.

Caroline xx

Kay & Sarah said...

Please keep at the exercise, and good luck with taking the keys away from your mother; very difficult position to be in.

Halle said...

So good to have you blogging again, even if you managed to raise the hair on my neck! Yikes!! Good for you not killing yourself when you "ran out of steam".Perhaps a taxi if there is a next time? :)

Halle
xox

Stace said...

Glad to hear that you are back in the bike, even if the shopping was a little too much. If you heat is anything like here today then I can understand it!

Stace

Kathryn Martin said...

Yikes indeed, my dad is like that. Thank God he broke his hip three months ago, he is not driving anymore. You have to be more careful with yourself.

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