We've been really busy here taking care of Grandpa Bob as you know. Mommy said to tell you he is doing remarkably well with his recovery. Visiting Nurse service comes a few times a week to check in on him (which goes over like lead with Grandpa.) Physical Therapy had an appointment with him today which didn't quite go as planned and Mommy ended up throwing her out of the house (butt keep reading and you'll know why.)
It's still been a whirlwind of Doctor's appointments and the one on the 13th is the important one. That will determine if we can leave New York and head off to Florida.
Shhhhh, don't tell anyone, butt tomorrow night Mommy is throwing Grandpa Bob a small little surprise 89th birthday party at our favorite Irish Pub. Grandpa Bob will really enjoy it.
So, let me know tell you about today. Today Grandpa Bob was to have in-home physical therapy at 1:30pm. Today is also the first day (after his surgery) that Mommy let him drive. If Mommy had HER way, he would never be driving! Butt that's a whole different ball of wax and we don't want to get Mommy started.
Grandpa Bob decides to go to his Golf Club for lunch. Mommy reminded him 10 times about the therapist coming today at 1:30. So therapy Julie comes a little early and so does her assistant. Mommy is pissed that Grandpa is NOT home yet. They sit and talk and talk some more. Mommy keeps looking out the window and the driveway is still empty. She calls the Golf Club and they said he's already left. When he doesn't arrive home right away, Mommy figured he forgot about the appointment and maybe was showering at the Club. One of the therapist's couldn't wait around so she left. Mommy is not happy and the therapist too is less than thrilled.
Then the phone rang. It's Brother Bob calling from work (which is an hour away) and said that he got a phone call from someone that works for him who happened to leave work early today and that he saw that Grandpa Bob got into an accident and is on the side of the road. It appeared that he was OK and that Little Bobby (his Grandson who also happens to be a police office) was also there. Brother Bob gives Mommy the location of the accident which is less than 1/4 mile from our house.
Mommy grabs her cell phone, yells at the therapist as she's grabbing her keys, hurries the therapist out the door and hops in her van and leaves. Can you believe Mommy didn't even give us our usual treat filled Kong before leaving??
Mommy gets up the road 6 houses and here comes Little Bobby (aka our own personal PoPo) with Grandpa Bob. Brother Bob is calling constantly trying to figure out what is going on and has started the hour drive to our house from his work.
We are happy to say this... IT WAS NOT GRANDPA BOB'S FAULT!
We are happy to say this... GRANDPA BOB APPEARS TO BE OK!
Grandpa Bob was driving along, minding the road (which is a furst according to Mommy), he had a green light and was traveling through the intersection when a 17 year old young lady coming the other way decided to make a left turn and rammed into our van.
Not more than 10 seconds after impact, Little Bobby (he's really not little, he's 25, he's a cop) drove by the accident and said to his friend with him "look at that accident" then realized "hey, that's my Grandpa!" He turned around and came back to help Grandpa Bob get out of the van. The local Sheriff was now on the scene with Little Bobby. Our van was hit so hard it was knocked to the side of the road. The young lady's car had bounced back into the middle of the intersection from the impact. Everyone appeared to be OK but shaken up.
This screw sticking in the tire is from her car
As soon as we got Grandpa Bob in the house and sat him down, Mommy called the surgeon. Guess she's not too worried about her "work" because she has not called back yet!
The second call was to State Farm Insurance. Mommy was very impressed with their service. Within 2 hours the claim was filed and the van was flat-bedded out to the dealer.
So these are the up's and down's of life. This, we could do without!
Please remember to change the batteries in your smoke detectors this weekend when you change your clocks.
Lily Belle & Muffin