one of my mom's friends/coworkers was in a horrific accident on monday.  apparently, she had a run-in with a farm tractor on her way to work, and it sheared the top of her car completely off.  she had to be air-lifted out to rockford.  we still don't know what her condition is for sure -- only that it's bad.  anyway, my mom has a key to her townhouse (her friend has diabetes and gave it to her to use in the event that something happened), and asked me if i would go there with her monday night to check on things.  she owns a parrot, which i've watched before when she's gone on vacation, and i guess my mom thought i'd be better suited to handle that aspect of the situation.

i got an eerie feeling walking around this woman's house, still warm with her presence.  you could tell from the slight clutter in the kitchen that she had been in a hurry to leave that morning.  i remember my mom saying it was unfortunate, that she had just gotten the house the way she wanted it, and i'm standing there looking at the dirty dishes in the sink, thinking: we go to work, school, whatever.  every day.  it's routine.  we have no reason to believe that we won't return.  but what if we don't?  i especially felt for her bird, who had no idea what had happened -- only that her mom wasn't home yet.

i shouldn't talk that way - like she won't ever return.  i hope very much that she is able to.

at any rate, we have decided to foster her bird while she is in the hospital.  i don't know when we'll be making the transfer, or how it's all going to play out -- especially when it comes to bogart (my bird).

it should be interesting, though.