Karbon Kounty Moos

My mother is not improving. We’re back to wait and see, prayers and hoping for the best.

Thanks Kirk, for the gecko comment further down the page. It reminded me of my Mom and me and a frog in Florida. Remembering my Mom, young, vibrant and laughing helped me.

We had flown to Florida the winter after my dad passed away. There were some problems with the flights and the weather. I remember spending a few hours investigating the Atlanta airport with my brothers. I also recall having security guards take my camera and proceed to take it apart. This was 1979. Eventually, we made it to Florida and met up with Mom. I don’t remember why we weren’t all on the same flight. Probably those Eastern $99 flights.

We were staying at a resort, it may have been a Marriott, I’m not sure. It was huge. It was on the beach, and had pools with tiki bars. Our rooms were on the second level. All of the buildings looked exactly the same.

One evening, Mom and I were walking by a pond.

Me: Did you hear that?
Mom: What?
Me: I think it was a frog.
Mom: No.
Me: Now did you hear it?
Mom: No.
Me: How could you not hear it?
Mom: I didn’t.
Me: There it is again!
Mom: It’s not a frog.
Me: Huh?
Mom: I have gas, will you shut up about frogs.

Now we’re cracking up, and running back to our room. I was laughing so hard that I needed to get into the bathroom. I think that Mom did too - but maybe not for the same reason. We bounded up the stairs and started banging on the door for my brothers. The door swung open and we were faced by some strange man. I’m sure that he thought that we were the strange ones. He caught a glimpse of two hysterically laughing women on the brink of wetting their pants apologizing for pounding on his door before they ran away.

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