Momma's Hug - Part Two

Christine had just deposited her bag into the Mazda when I asked, "Honey, you mind driving over to Grandma's? My extropia unfocused eyes are tired and ya know the consequences of that...sure death!" 

Laughing, she crawled behind the wheel and asked, "When's your optometrist appt?"

"Tuesday and it can't come too fast."

Two and a half years ago I'd seen a local optometrist in Arkansas, the glasses I was wearing at present just never seemed quite right.  Granted, I knew, I needed a stronger prescription for reading but that gosh garn roaming left eye just kept wandering. My vision at times, especially during the evening hours when I was tired, was bad. So unhappy was I with the present pair and the optometrist I'd gone to back in Arkansas I'd decided to look up my prior, trusted optometrist while home.

"So,' asked Christine, "how are you going to live without the Internet at Grandma's for two weeks?"

"Dunno! AND my stupid cell phone isn't working out in these boonies either, eeegads!"

Pulling into the farmite, where my Mom was now living flooded my mind with memories. Grandma's house, Grandma's garage, Grandma's garden now filled with wilting, that time of year petunia's made my heart skip a beat.  The only thing missing was the sight of Grandma outside hurrying across the yard in her tied under the chin flowered kerchief.

South of the driveway stood my brother's combine, a huge Steiger tractor and three grain gravity boxes.  The drying bin was humming, churning out a corny "Welcome Home Lynn" melody. Coming home was sweet, absolutely divine!

After popping the trunk and grabbing our bags we headed to the brightly lit house. No knocking for me, just the stepping in and one loud bellar, "Mom, I'm home!"

Around the corner she came, smile on her face, her arms outstretched, I walked into the arms of my wonderful, sweet Momma.

After wiping the tears from both our eyes, she exclaimed, ‘I've got supper!"

"Yep Mom, you sure do!"  The pungent, welcoming, so familiar smell of sauerkraut filled the air.

My Momma!

To be continued...

Minnesota Getting There - Part One