Mom was wonderful. When Deb and I came over she would have “Jack projects” for me.
ME: Why is this a Jack Project?
DEB: It involves a screwdriver.
ME: You lived alone in your old house for how many years and fixed your own stuff. She knows this, yes?
DEB: It’s cute, Jackster, she just feels better if a guy does it.
And yes, one time after she got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, she kind of missed the main part of the bed and slid down the comforter onto the floor. With two artificial knees, she couldn’t get up by herself. So she made herself comfortable, waited until 9AM (I get to work at 8AM, but she didn’t want to interrupt me while I was “checking emails or whatever” I did when I got to work) to call me, and I drove over to help her up. I think she was just too embarrassed to ask for help from her daughter.