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She must have been planning to make corn muffins and went to the store. I found a grocery bag on her car seat with a box of corn muffin mix in it and a pint of eggnog. She probably thought it was milk. The receipt was from more than four hours before she showed up here. The store is two miles down the road. Who knows how long she was gone before she got to the store near her daughter's house. She could have ended up anywhere and out of gas. I locked her car, brought the groceries in, and left a note on the car for them to ring the bell In the morning. They kept thanking me for helping her. I could only hope someone would help if my parents were in the same situation. My heart rate has finally returned to normal.
 
Mary, you get some of the weirdest things happening in your neighborhood.  I think you should build a safe room and just hide in it, whenever you and Tucker are alone.  :hide   I HATE strangers knocking  and phone calls.  


Well at least no one with a cone head has knocked on my door in the dark! :ep. Now that's scary!
 
OMG I just had the freakiest thing happen. Tucker and I were here alone when suddenly someone started banging on all our doors. Most of my porch light don't work, so I couldn't see who it was. I kept asking "who is it" but no one responded. Suddenly a woman's voice started yelling "Help me, help please help me." She sounded old so I opened the door and she came right in. She said she got lost in her car and couldn't find her house. She didn't know her name, her address, or her phone number. She kept walking around my house looking at things saying, "None of this looks familiar. I don't think this is my house."

She didn't know her husband's name but she thought it might be Frank. She said they just got married. I found a checkbook in her purse that said Lois and I asked her if she was Lois and she said that sounded familiar. I looked online for the last name with the first name Frank and couldn't find anything. Finally I found a phone number in her purse and called it. No Answer. So I left a message hoping it was Frank's number and said I was calling about Lois. No call back. The address on the checkbook is on my street so I convinced her to let me drive her to that house.

We got there and it was all dark and she didn't recognize the house. I was going to bring her back and call the police for help when I saw a name engraved on the door knocker. I asked her if she knew anyone by that name and she said she thought that was her daughter's name and she used to live with her. It was pitch dark and she got out of the car and started wandering in the dark saying "I don't know this house. I have never been here before." She was tripping over big piles of pine needles and I was afraid she was going to fall. Suddenly, down the hill, I saw headlights coming up the driveway. I got her to stand still while I walked down. It was Frank. He had gotten my message, done a reverse phone number look-up on me, and saw that I lived on the same street as his wife's daughter who is out of town for the holidays. He took a chance and drove over there and found us.

We were all so relieved. She is 81 and they have been married a long time and she is on chemotherapy for cancer. She took the car and didn't tell him and has been gone all day. He was frantic. He asked if they could leave the car here until tomorrow and he will come back with someone to drive it home.

She said it had gotten dark since she got lost, but she was too afraid to knock on anyone's door. Poor dear. I am so glad I was home to help get her safely home. I am shaken up so I can just imagine how she feels. Gotta go lay down.

OMY goodness.... I am glad you were able to find her hubs.... I hope its only a temporary situation cause by the Chemo..... How scary for him.

deb
 
She must have been planning to make corn muffins and went to the store. I found a grocery bag on her car seat with a box of corn muffin mix in it and a pint of eggnog. She probably thought it was milk. The receipt was from more than four hours before she showed up here. The store is two miles down the road. Who knows how long she was gone before she got to the store near her daughter's house. She could have ended up anywhere and out of gas. I locked her car, brought the groceries in, and left a note on the car for them to ring the bell In the morning. They kept thanking me for helping her. I could only hope someone would help if my parents were in the same situation. My heart rate has finally returned to normal.

My Grandma is 98 and beyond driving now.... But I worry about mom shes 80 and everyonce and a while she asks me what a word means that should be in her common "data base" for wont of a better description. Or she slips in to aphaysia where she uses a word that sounds similar to the one she is supposed to use in a sentince.... Right Now I have mom Grounded from driving because she cant see... Cataracts. Shes going for her first surgery on the 29 th. And thankfully because I cant be two places at once my cousin has come down to stay with her for the next couple of weeks.

Back when I was shopping for my property I tried to get them both to go in with me on a multiple house property.... but It was a hard sell becasue they were Very independant.... Now I wish we had.

deb
 
I was driving down the free way one day in the fall about a year ago.  windows open enjoying the breeze when I see a distant black cloud it was morphing large small flat long and in a ball....  Bemused I thought ... that was a bee Swarm I was heading into....  I hit it doing seventy with my windows down....  I got pelted by about three hundred bees....  All on one shoulder...  I could feel at least six stings....

I pulled off at the Indian Casino....  Off ramp I jumped out and whipped my shirt off.... Yep right there alongside the freeway.... I figured no one would look for long. :gig

About a hundred bees fell out of the truck dead.  and several more were stuck to my shirt.   I brushed them off and could find NO stings on my arm and shoulder....  It was my imagination.  but no i had teeny littlle dots here and there on my arm.

No itching or swelling but something very interesting happened.  My Arthritis eased considerably for the next few days.

Bees don't bother me thank goodness nor am I allergic.  I probably should learn how to keep them.

deb


OMG....... Unbelievable

The bees I am keeping are feral bees, not really friendly at all. I rescued them 2 years ago from an in ground sprinkler box. They are in a Warre hive under a pepper tree and are doing amazing, considering it's freezing today and in summer it can reach 110 in the shade. There is also no agriculture close by, except my small orchard. I also give them distilled -and blessed - water. So, they are my buzzy pets.
 
OMG I just had the freakiest thing happen. Tucker and I were here alone when suddenly someone started banging on all our doors. Most of my porch light don't work, so I couldn't see who it was. I kept asking "who is it" but no one responded. Suddenly a woman's voice started yelling "Help me, help please help me." She sounded old so I opened the door and she came right in. She said she got lost in her car and couldn't find her house. She didn't know her name, her address, or her phone number. She kept walking around my house looking at things saying, "None of this looks familiar. I don't think this is my house."

She didn't know her husband's name but she thought it might be Frank. She said they just got married. I found a checkbook in her purse that said Lois and I asked her if she was Lois and she said that sounded familiar. I looked online for the last name with the first name Frank and couldn't find anything. Finally I found a phone number in her purse and called it. No Answer. So I left a message hoping it was Frank's number and said I was calling about Lois. No call back. The address on the checkbook is on my street so I convinced her to let me drive her to that house.

We got there and it was all dark and she didn't recognize the house. I was going to bring her back and call the police for help when I saw a name engraved on the door knocker. I asked her if she knew anyone by that name and she said she thought that was her daughter's name and she used to live with her. It was pitch dark and she got out of the car and started wandering in the dark saying "I don't know this house. I have never been here before." She was tripping over big piles of pine needles and I was afraid she was going to fall. Suddenly, down the hill, I saw headlights coming up the driveway. I got her to stand still while I walked down. It was Frank. He had gotten my message, done a reverse phone number look-up on me, and saw that I lived on the same street as his wife's daughter who is out of town for the holidays. He took a chance and drove over there and found us.

We were all so relieved. She is 81 and they have been married a long time and she is on chemotherapy for cancer. She took the car and didn't tell him and has been gone all day. He was frantic. He asked if they could leave the car here until tomorrow and he will come back with someone to drive it home. 

She said it had gotten dark since she got lost, but she was too afraid to knock on anyone's door. Poor dear. I am so glad I was home to help get her safely home. I am shaken up so I can just imagine how she feels. Gotta go lay down.

OMG, what a story, I am counting my blessings
 
19:55 pm and 35° on my house wall. I have been moving my pepper plants, moringa and cherimoya into the house, I don't want to lose them overnight. Last winter, I had a huge passion fruit vine frost protect the plants, but I lost it in summer when my drips quit working for a few days.
 
Mary, how fortunate you were there to help her. Can you imagine how terrified she must have been? There is a lot of country up here that is without houses or shelter, state and private land with 2-tracks all over, and every once in a while an elderly disoriented person will drive down one and run out of gas. It is lethal in the winter.
 

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