It’s Monday again, not that many of us need to be reminded of that. Here in Mississippi, it’s hot and that’s not unusual in the summer, but I think a few of you are getting a taste of good ole Southern weather in your neck of the woods. You have my sympathies.
I saw in “The Commercial Appeal” newspaper about a new surgical procedure recently performed in Los Angeles. It seems the doctors were able to remove the woman’s gallbladder through her mouth. The procedure was part of a clinical trial at the University of California, San Diego School of Medicine. It’s called NOTES, natural orifice translumenal endoscopic surgery. Fascinating stuff. The benefit, of course, is not having external wounds which take a long time to heal and can also develop infection. This sounds like a great idea, although I have to admit I probably know a few people who can’t quit talking long enough to allow the doctors to pull anything out of their mouths. I guess in this case having a big mouth is an advantage.
My mother recently had a serious illness and needed to stay with me and my family for a few days. She’s much better now and back in her home, a fact which makes her extremely happy. I understood when she left my house shouting “Hallelujah, I’m free at last!” Now, don’t get me wrong. My mother and I love each other, but I don’t believe there are any two people on the face of the Earth who have less in common that we two. She loves the outdoors, gardening, sewing, crafts, etc., while I am content to hold up inside reading, writing or watching TV. Needless to say, it’s been an adventure.
Our main problem is that I work in solitude of my home, and she likes to talk. She saw me as a captive audience and took full advantage of it. When I teased her about her constant talking and started calling her Rerun, she asked me why. I said, “Because you’re beginning to tell me things for the second and third time.” I decided if you talk non-stop, you’re bound to run out of material sooner or later.
Actually, I guess you could say we had some quality time together. And in some respects it was a good opportunity to realize that we could stay together if the time ever came where it was necessary. When that day arrives, I can see it now. Both of us will probably be to the point where we can remember nothing and see nothing. The great thing will be that we’ll always have something to talk about and always be meeting new people.
Thank you all for reading my Ramblings every Monday. I hope you have enjoyed them, but I think this will be the last regular column for a while. I may still ramble occasionally, but my readers and fans have been so kind to me that I don’t want to wear out my welcome.
So as always, I hope you have a great week and thanks for reading.
“The Commercial Appeal” in Memphis, TN