Good News Always Sleeps Til Noon
My mother called me on my way to work.
I didn't feel the phone buzz in my pocket as I was walking at the time and these shorts are pretty loose fitting. She left me a message to call her back on her cell phone and I can't get through to her.
The only thing I can do at this point is speculate as to what's going on. There are any number of likely scenarios, none of which are pleasant. To be honest, whenever my mother calls me these days, it's usually not pleasant. It's either desparate need, illness, or death in the family. It's never just wanting to talk to me. There is always some kind of news about something serious. So, I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
If she called me at 8:45 in the morning on her way out the door to work, it can't possibly be good. The two most likely scenarios are that either my grandmother who is suffering from seriously degenerative cancer has succumbed to it or is about to, or because neither of my mother's jobs meet her cost of living threshhold she is behind again on bill payments and threatening of reposession, suspension of services or foreclosure on the house.
I don't want this to be about any of those things, but the threat of something even more unknown is almost worse. Now I'm just hoping she'll call me back when she gets a break from work.
Now for me to get back to work and stop fretting as best I can.
I didn't feel the phone buzz in my pocket as I was walking at the time and these shorts are pretty loose fitting. She left me a message to call her back on her cell phone and I can't get through to her.
The only thing I can do at this point is speculate as to what's going on. There are any number of likely scenarios, none of which are pleasant. To be honest, whenever my mother calls me these days, it's usually not pleasant. It's either desparate need, illness, or death in the family. It's never just wanting to talk to me. There is always some kind of news about something serious. So, I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
If she called me at 8:45 in the morning on her way out the door to work, it can't possibly be good. The two most likely scenarios are that either my grandmother who is suffering from seriously degenerative cancer has succumbed to it or is about to, or because neither of my mother's jobs meet her cost of living threshhold she is behind again on bill payments and threatening of reposession, suspension of services or foreclosure on the house.
I don't want this to be about any of those things, but the threat of something even more unknown is almost worse. Now I'm just hoping she'll call me back when she gets a break from work.
Now for me to get back to work and stop fretting as best I can.