Sitting here today as I plan to take what might be a 70-mile round trip to see Jenni and meet her three kids in St. Clair Shores today:
* My neighbor Irene has been in the hospital again since Sunday - and this was only found out last night because I went outside to roll my car windows up. What bugs me about this is the fact I was literally chewed out by her granddaughter for not having guessed this was the case.
At any one time, nine different people could be in and out of that house on any given day... many of them on a "shift"-type visit schedule. Many times, you can set your weekday watch by which car is in her driveway. With me suffering off-and-on with an unseasonably late allergy attack this week, the back and hip ailing, and with heat indexes approaching triple-digits, I've done my best to stay in my room for the week.
We know each other as genuinely good neighbors, and I know we would do whatever it takes to help the other in case of need. But for Irene to be in the hospital for breathing problems for the third time in six months (critical but stable condition), don't you think they would knock on our door to let us know? The massive amounts of cars & people that come by there wouldn't give a clue that something was amiss.
I care very much for Irene's welfare, and at age 87 she's going to have continued problems. Every time she comes home safe, I tell her granddaughter, "if anything happens, let us know." Each time she has gone back, we've only found out perchance when Steve or I went outside for something. If they see the car here, they should feel free to knock. We can't guess what's going on if the traffic levels next door don't change.
* Forgot to mention a concern that was relieved two weeks ago when I thought the local grocery store stopped carrying the Calder brand of milk. Their cooler was stacked six doors full of store-brand milk. Had they lost the contract with the grocery company, which would cripple their bottom line? Or had the bottom line been erased already?
Word is in: Calder Dairy is still alive and well... and only the Kroger by me discontinued the deliveries - because of an irritable stockroom manager who wanted to sue the company for milk over 39 degrees. Contrary to what happened to me in 2001 when I subbed on route delivery for Calder's, the milk was standard at 36 degrees. Calder's manager obviously thought that the Kroger manager was too overbearing. If he was the same person I saw in 2001, I'll happily drive a little further for my milk fix - they made the right decision to stop delivery.
In closing: Captain Kirk said it best in one of the Star Trek movies: "May fortune favor the foolish." Will I be a fool for travelling 15 miles down Eight Mile Road, hugging the north Detroit border? Stay tuned to find out.
