A Quiet Mother’s Day

I hope Mother’s Day was pleasant for everyone. I had greetings from daughter Lise in Denmark and talked on the phone with daughter Kate and both grandsons. That leaves the Johns – husband and son – to talk about. I was very thankful they were with me.

Son John $ lifted a heavy object on Friday and felt something shift in his back. The pain came later. Personnel at the walk-in clinic feared a fractured pelvis. The ER doctor ruled out a fracture after looking at the images. He may have a herniated disc or nerve damage. He felt well enough to drive his stick-shift car here for Mother’s Day. Since sitting was painful for him, I chatted with him as he lay on the bed after our meal.

Husband’s problems were more far-ranging. The dealer worked on his car on Thursday. The next time he took it out was Saturday when he headed for the train club in Tennessee. He never made it there. When the power steering failed, he was able to pull in a shopping area. After an expensive tow to the nearest dealer, they found the new belt, just installed, had broken off and done lots of damage. A nearby rental place happened to have a minivan that had just been canceled. That was necessary to bring back the caboose that he is delivering to New York. You can understand why I was very glad to have John home on Sunday.

John was relaying his amusement at the tow-man. As they chatted while driving, Mr. Tennessee asked where John was from. After hearing Brooklyn, he said with surprise, “You don’t have a heavy accent like they do, and you don’t act like you know everything!”

Breaking news is that the caboose was delivered on time on Long Island. The photo shows it sitting in our car before all the exciting events of the weekend.

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26 thoughts on “A Quiet Mother’s Day

  1. I’m glad it was a day you could speak to all the family. I must admit I’ve oft wondered what a caboose was but thinking it was perhaps slang for a rear end. I now see it looks like something from railroad. Too mall for a large scale model but far too big for a tabletop model. Care to explain?
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx

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    1. You had it right that caboose is slang for a rear end. It’s also the traditional last car of an American train. Here is the address of the club that John belongs to now: http://csme-eprr.com/eprr.htm

      I found the club on Long Island where John and grandson David were today, but the web site links are not working.

      John has HO trains and G gauge, though they are not set up here. Also stored are the N gauge and Z gauge trains that the grandsons own. I have a few photos of the riding trains, but they are scattered everywhere. John calls them hernia gauge.

      xxx trained hugs xxx

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  2. Thankfully the caboose got delivered and son John $ is able to sit on his caboose without pain soon.

    P.S. – Is the shop who did the original car repair (new belt) going to take responsibility for the subsequent damage?

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    1. John is going to request payment for the damage. The car is supposed to be finished on Wednesday. The TN dealer explained that they are all independent owners, but he was sympathetic and said the NC dealer should foot the bill.

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  3. Happy Mother’s Day, Anne !
    I hope John $ is better. My elder daughter damaged her back doing exactly the same thing last year. She continues to be in pain and can’t sit on her ” ” for long periods of time, which is required for student. A lot of physiotherapy and exercises can help.
    I pray that John Senior got to NY safe and back too and spare part got replaced free of charge plus some compensation for the time and resources and stress involved.

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    1. The builder of the caboose was at the same model train function in TN, so John offered to take it to the buyer who is a friend in NY. John knows people all around the country through this hobby.


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