I received the following letter from my brother, Matthew:
This Morning, while playing the piano (Beatles) I was watching the Mailman
who had just driven up collect the mail for this part of his walking route and
concentrating on Paperback Writer. I was watching and concentrating ... the
Mailman was only collecting. When all of a sudden
BAMB BAMB BAMM ....MATTHEW .....BAMB BAMB BAMM MATTHEW .... I'M STUCK IN THE SHOWER.
Knowing immediately that something was the matter.... Mother was stuck in
the shower ... I went to the said shower and offered, "What's the matter?"
Eventhough, I already knew that she was stuck in it. ...the BAMB BAMB BAMMING
had subsided.
Mother said, "I'm stuck in the shower."
"No Shit," I offered, hopefully?
However, tugging on the stuck showerdoor did not produce release so I
said, "Let me go get my cape and RED S Shirt and I'll fly right back."
No, that's not what I said, at all, but I did think it. What I did say was
..
"Let me go get a Screwdriver and I'll be right back."
Mother replied, "Hand me my towel, first."
I did and left right away to get the Screwdriver, Flatheaded one (for Master
Carpenters eyes only)
Returning, it was discovered that the Showerdoor was still stuck and the
point of stick seemed to be Inner edge, Base with the jamb. Had Mother had a
Screwdriver and eyesight, I bet she could have seen the problem, but I haven't
examined it that closely. Bob when you get this e-mail call over here to
discover if I am locked in my Mom's Shower or not.
However, reaching a conclusion here, the door was sprung and with it out
Mother came and a ½-inch by ¼-inch piece of slotted, black plastic that Mother
opined keeps the water from dripping onto the bathroom floor during episodes of
shower.
"Do we need this," Mother wondered?
"If you don't want water all over the floor, if you are right," I replied,
but all I had was a Screwdriver and can't speak to the topic with great
knowledge.
Peace'n'Love,
Matthew
I just called and spoke with mother. She was saying things like; "I'm just glad that Matthew was home," "All's well that ends well."
Heck, I bet she's glad he was there! Eventually the hot water would have run out, and then . . . brrrr.
Posted by: Elizabeth at February 11, 2004 09:38 PMLove Matthew's description especially the BAMMM...hope you're saving all of your blog entries. Just think how interesting this will all be for your great-grandchidren to read.
Posted by: Cynthia at February 12, 2004 06:57 AMPoor Grandma! Hot water or not, Grandma wouldn't have left it running once she was done. She's very concerned with Wichita Falls drought conditions. I think maybe we should get Matthew a cape and a RED S shirt for his birthday :-)
Posted by: Jfer at February 12, 2004 05:26 PMI think we should make the "S" sparkly. What do you think mom?
definitely a sparkly S is a good idea. It will go nicely with the black knee boots and shiney blue leotard.
Posted by: mom (aka me) at February 13, 2004 09:29 AMI never, as everyone should know, red blogs, but since I'd heard Mother's recent blood curdling, skin puckering incident had made it to these boards via Rita's Report, which had I known was to be my incident letter to her, I'd have had 911 called, the firemen on their way with a sortie of jets from SAFB making low passes over the house, but this is for another e-mail not this one, so I read it and must report that I have a RED 'S' Shirt without the 's. What I don't have is a cape, tights and leotards and X-ray vision. I am hoping my double vision can be an acceptable substitute, but Action Comics© has not gotten back to me© on that.
Medical ? for Cynthia: If one's blood curdles can one's skin also pucker? It would seem that they would be mutually exclusive. Lips can always pucker, I have been informed.