I try to get up to The Woodlands at least every couple of days to visit with my elderly friend. She is currently in a skilled nursing facility recovering from a broken patella, and the subsequent surgery to repair it. We (me, Marjorie, and Leslie, her roommate) visit, I jabber mindlessly hoping that they may find something I say mildly entertaining. I ask them how they're doing and about their physical therapy. Marjorie tells me if she needs anything, like her clothes collected and laundered. Then, I break out a book and read. Currently, we are reading Marjorie's
Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes, and book of Leslie's called
Visions in the Night, which is about messages God sends to us. Dallas goes with me more often than not, we usually stay at least an hour (if not two) and we come away feeling like we did something worthwhile that day.
Today, after I got home from work, I decided that I really needed to go and see Marjorie because, due to my starting my new job and a trip up to College Station for Lynda's baby shower, it had been the better part of a week since we had last visited her. Today being Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, Dallas was off work, so we gave in to my niggling conscience and headed out to see Marjorie. We didn't get very far.
