Mama’s exhausted tonight, our Friday, so I’m gonna tell all I know.
A nice gentleman was over one afternoon to repair a door damaged from upstairs flooding.
In 2019.
Yeah.
That’s what she said.
We will call him Oscar. (Names have been changed to protect the innocent.)
Oscar was a talkative sort, and mama loves to learn about people, so let the inquisition begin.
He and his wife tried for ten years to have children, he volunteers, after telling mom his wife has a fourteen year old daughter, from a previous marriage. Mom’s all "awww". She hurts for Oscar and his wife, their inability to conceive. Oscar, as he’s sharing his story, assures mama it’s all him, he’s the problem, not his wife. (Do humans always divulge this much private information? Does mom sit quietly by and let this little opportunity fade away? Pshttt...N O A H.)
So, you have slow swimmers, or no swimmers? “Slow and no.” he replied.
Well my goodness, mama chuckles a bit. Oscar laughs out loud.
“I tried everything,” Oscar confides.
Well, okay then.
Mama tells him it’s up to God. He knows God, and he agrees.
Oscar took only twenty or thirty minutes to make the simple repair to our door. Now mama can close and lock our door without needing to lift and push. Her muscle memory tries to fool her and get her to do things the hard way, pre-repair style, the ease with which she now closes the door is nice.
Tonight we snuggle and relax.
(Updates are pending concerning all RV’s leaving the park except for four or so. Some good, a few bad, but decidely quiet in the ‘hood, for now.)
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