Mum is a mover and a doer and a shaker in the world. She hates not being able to do and go and be. She loves visitors and phone calls because she can step outside of her sick world and enjoy what others bring her. She craves being a part of other people's lives and resents she cannot. She encourages the belief in her health and insists on finding out what is going on in the world around her.
In the house we are staying, the living room windows overlook the church. The church has a preschool. Mum is always rubbernecking to watch the kids and parents and lights next door. Not watching, craning her neck to see what is going on. I laugh and am very glad we grew up in the middle of nowhere. I am also glad she didn't get a police scanner until I'd been gone. Not because I might have been on it, but because I would have hated people I might know being hauled out at the dinner table for infractions and wrecks. I'd rather watch grass grow!