It was unplanned but long overdue -- a couple of hours with my mother. She had a doctor's appointment yesterday, and while her facility provides transport to and from, they don't have anyone to sit with the patient.
My sister, retired and working part-time, usually meets Mom at the doctor's office. She was working. My oldest niece, a mother with two sons, often fills in. She was busy.
So I got the call. I was working downtown and the office is on the far north side, right up by the county line. The work location I call the "north campus" is up that way, too, and I had some work to do there, so I cleared it with my boss and headed toward the medical center with plenty of time.
Or so I thought. After following (at a distance) a dump truck full of gravel, I had a couple of miles of open road. Then a city bus that took a squealing left onto the road in front of me in the last seconds of a yellow light, and turned onto an street that angled away a few miles on. There was still time, if I avoided school zones-- At the next four-way stop, a trash truck lumbered onto the road and crawled along for another couple of miles before taking the turnoff to a country club.
Somehow I made it to the parking garage with five minutes to spare, got in the right elevator, and picked, on hope, the proper floor--
The waiting room was huge and there were no familiar faces. Then, light a ray of light through clouds, I saw her! Mom's chair was rolled to the end of a row. She was surprised to see me; there hadn't been time to tell her who would meet her at the office. We had a nice chat and I went back to the exam room with her.
Mom is doing well. She had a number of interesting recent events and memories to share, and is looking forward to Christmas.
Time well spent.
2 months ago