They sent Mom home last evening; my sister took her back to the double-bar X ranch (or whatever Mom's place is called; Full Circle, perhaps, as the moderately upscale neighborhood she and Dad retired to is only a few blocks from the once family-owned building where they lived as newlyweds over some leased-out storefronts and a gas station and restaurant my uncles ran, back when where she lives now was nothing by wide-open farm fields -- and the house Dad grew up in still stood two doors down from their first apartment until a few years ago).
Mom's in good spirits, having "only" (?) cracked part of the interesting projections of a couple a spinal bones, a rib and gotten well-bruised. Nothing you can splint, pin together or put in a cast and she heals well; treatment will consist of moving carefully and being wary of further falls.
I'm well-buried with work and having to make up lost time; I've asked Tam to stop by up there noonish (with a couple of wonderful Aurora Golden Gala apples, easily the best snacking apple you'll find in supermarkets just now and I'm wondering what they'd do in a pie -- bestow happiness, most likely) and I'll make my appearance after sundown.
Looks like Mom's going to agree to one of those page-the-responders widgets, a on a breakaway lanyard she can wear, one button away from help. I'm happy to take her calls but we need to ensure she gets help quickly when she needs it.
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