A real machine - you mean one of those old metal popcorn poppers we had when we were kids? My mom used to take it along on vacation to heat soup in the motel room.
Good for your mom, Leo!
My dad got released from the hospital to the rehab place I went after my stroke. He's been complaining and making bad jokes so I think he's fine as far as hitting his head hard goes. We'll see by next week how he's doing after laying flat for almost two weeks, I think he'll be there awhile getting therapy (and not being a happy camper).
There was a Columbo on with lots of Polaroids in the background, which I enjoyed while I'm waiting for the guy who cuts my grass and the guy who drives the brown truck (because as soon as I start doing something one or the other is bound to come to the front door).