Mother

I haven't told you that, while we were in Galveston, Mother fell and banged herself up pretty good.

She bowls every Tuesday and that particular day, her shoe caught on the carpet in the snack bar area of the bowling alley, and she went sprawling. She bloodied her nose, sprained her left wrist, and really did a number on her right knee.

I've never seen my mother in a wheelchair before, and it's a little unnerving. She had six fractures to her knee, but it is already healing nicely, according to her doctor. She has been promoted to a walker -- just in time, too. She was thinking about applying for a driver's license for the wheelchair!

You know, the thing about Mama is this: She'll do anything in the world for other people, but she won't ask for help herself. And Lonnie thinks I'm hard-headed! Wonder where I got it???

Love you, Mama!