Early Birds

I got up early and drove to the main station, to pick up my mother’s new caregiver M (yes, another new one, the 13th carer by now). The bus was supposed to arrive at 8 a.m., so I was at the car park at 7:55. And waited. 

I got out of the car and blipped the early birds at sunrise - mostly pigeons, but I also saw some of the feral parakeets that are living in the city‘s parks and gardens. 

Then I got back into the car, because it was quite cold (6°C). And waited. Sadly, I could not phone M, because her agency hadn‘t given me her phone number. 

The bus finally arrived at five past nine. M hadn‘t been able to phone me either, because  - you probably guessed it - the agency hadn‘t forwarded my phone number to her, despite me having specifically asked them to.  

It would have been nice to stay warm and have breakfast in that hour I spent freezing my feet off in the car park.

Anyway, M is here now, and she seems to be a competent and empathic carer, which is the main thing.

In the evening I will drive to my mother’s again, to pick up E, drive her to the station and wait for another bus with her.