When I arrived at Mom’s home today, she was in bed taking a nap. I went in to say hello and she told me she was really, really tired. So I said I’d just let her rest instead of going for a ride in the car. She sat up and said she’d rather get up and go for a ride, adding one of her standard Lucia-isms:
“You know me, I’m a car-ridin’ dawg.”
She got up and put on a hat, and we drove over to Denny’s for the usual — a piece of pie and a cup of coffee.
I hadn’t had lunch yet, so I ordered a veggie burger for myself. Lucia was working on her hot apple pie a la mode when the waiter brought my order. It came with a big pile of french fries. I asked Lucia if she wanted some and she immediately answered with another of her standards:
“My name’s Jimmy, I’ll take what you gimme.”
She was in good form.
She did get a tiny bit mixed up about where we were, but in her defense I have to say that all Denny’s restaurants look pretty much alike, from Alburquerque to Saskatoon. She thought we were “out in that sandy old desert by Los Angeles.” It was a totally natural stream-of-consciousness progression that started with her reminiscing about hot apple pie being one of Daddy’s rest-stop favorites on our trips down to see Grandma in Fontana.
She thought it, she said it, bada bing bada boom, she was there.
When we left Denny’s, got in the car and drove around the corner where she could see the hills, she immediately started talking about how glad she is that she lives right there in that “beautiful part of the country. I asked her if she was happy to be back home and she said, “Oh, yes! It’s always a relief to get home.”
Bada bing bada boom.
Totally psychedelic. From Hayward to Fontana and back in less than five minutes. And all in her mind. Yeah, baby.
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