So, notice, between Pat and I, the "cane" Mom is holding...Well, here's the story.
On the first trip down to Ajijic, Mexico, we all discovered that all the sidewalks and roads are cobblestone. Because Mom being a bit unsteady on her feet with the uneven walking terrain, we searched around town for a cane or walking stick...but no go...
So, first the broom was found that you could screw off the brush part, then the neighbor in the hotel happened to have a cane rubber tip (not sure how he had that) but the cane tip was too big...Pat thought for a few minutes, went to his room and TaDa...he put one of his athletic socks on the end to hold the rubber tip...course the sock was a bit droopy so we added one of my hair rubber bands to keep the sock up.
It worked! Perfectly. Once again, Pat made it work with what he had and we all had some great laughs (and some unusual looks on the street) that week.
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I think you all would get unusual looks no matter where you go or how polite and unassuming you tried to be.
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Yes, I do believe you're right. Must be the laughter coming from us or the silly walk or the waving of arms or the colors or...
ReplyDeleteIt just always seemed to be the thing to do. Nothing unusual to us. Never thought about what anyone else would think. But in Pat's case he was always happy when he got a laugh. Gotta check the parents I think.
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