A hacksaw, my neighbor, and a big yellow bucket

I would say today would qualify as a pretty good day. I will admit that waking up and walking 4 steps to my home office sure is nice in the morning :) Perhaps one downside is the fact I don't get to pass a starbucks on my way, but my wallet ain't complainin. After work I headed out the front door, only to be greeted by my new friend and neighbor, Cybil. Wasn't that the name of some character on The Nanny? At any rate, Cybil and I met tonight as she ran over to ask about mom and express her concern. She is really sweet...said she tried calling the hospital several times (to no avail). She then proceeded to invite me to crochet class at church with the ladies and asked if I like to knit. I tried to gracefully sidestep this conversation as I am, in no way, a "crafty" person :) I prefer to put my creative energy into snapping a timeless picture or rearranging a room. But it was nice to have an invite and I'm glad to have made a new acquaintance in the neighborhood.
To my dismay, through a series of unfortunate events I learned tonight that I do not have a key to the front door of the house, just the side door. This really wouldn't be a big deal, except for the fact that I had put the chain on the side door and cannot get it open without quite a bit of work... so, I am armed and ready for tomorrow morning with a hacksaw, a metal hanger, and wire cutters :) I figured this "incident" is in keeping with my previous post in which I stated that you could call me "Lucy." Never a dull moment.
The reason I was heading out tonight in the first place was to head to my grandparent's house to visit mom. We are all hooked on the Jeanette Oke movies (well okay, except for maybe my grandpa) and are working our way through a 5 or 6 movie marathon. All was well until mom started feeling nauseous, which is where the big yellow bucket comes into play :) No worries, she didn't get sick, but I realized that I am in no shape to have kids, lol. I felt very discompassionate when I had to inform mom that if she got sick I would be leaving the room and she'd be on her own, lol. I would only make things worse as I, myself, would also get sick. As much as I hated her being sick, it was one more reminder why I'm here. I stayed in her room for a long time to make sure she was okay...it might not be much, but hopefully she's comforted to know she's not alone.