The home health care team was pretty adamant that Nonny not go out while she is “convalescing”. She got permission for church and for her weekly shampoo and blow out. (While I was there, she also convinced them that she should be allowed to go to a 90s birthday party with her PEO group, where she is one of the honorees. She shamelessly used tears to get this dispensation.)
Wednesday morning, we got her out of the condo, down the steps and into the car. Her walker folds up easily so we were quickly on our way. The hairdresser is in a neighborhood called Old Orchard, which is located in Webster Groves but actually was around before it was swallowed up by Webster. When I was in the 5th grade, we moved to Old Orchard – we lived in the house on Sunnyside for five years – the longest of any of the houses I lived in until I was on my own. Since we were right there, we drove over to see how the house was doing. It looks just fine, although it’s white now; when we lived there my folks had it painted a deep gray and we had yellow trim. Then we went a saw my grandparents house which is 2 blocks away (they lived there before we lived on Sunnyside). Then we went looking for the elementary school I went to in 5th and 6th grade. We didn’t find it and an internet search shows when it was built and when it changed names but nothing about when it closed. I’m just curious enough that I might call the school district in the next couple of weeks and ask them.
By this time, we were on a roll. We found 2 of the schools Nonny went to as a kid, the house she lived in back then and then rounded off our trip down memory lane by driving by the house on West Cedar where we lived when I was five.
I learned to ride a bike when we lived here. Nonny had scarlet fever when we lived her. I played with Bobby and his matchbox cars and was just about to go into kindergarten at Bristol school when my dad got a job with Missouri State and we moved to Jefferson City.
When my sister Sally came over later on Wednesday, we regaled her with all the places of our past that we had visited. She was quite upset as apparently the permission to get Nonny’s hair done did not include joy-riding. In fact, the home health care team had specifically said Nonny shouldn’t be accompanying anyone on any other trips than her allowable outings. Oops.
Neither Nonny or I mentioned our gadding about when the physical therapist came the next day.
When was the last time you went joy-riding?