Mom awaits
Like last year, Mom has flown in on a mid-August Friday morning. Again, my love has picked her up, while I put in a few hours at work to get some extra cash, and also to have some time alone before the craziness begins. In a few short minutes, I will be thrilled, happy to catch up with Mom over some lunch. A few short minutes after that, I will be overwhelmed with her energy and anxiety and in desperate need of Excedrin.
Who knows, it could be a fun trip. Tickets to the Sox-Angels game tonight, a party for the neighbors that will involve some cooking time together, a day walking around Catalina island and to cap it off, the King Tut exhibit at LACMA.
I had a dream last night that her plane was delayed for days due to a stalled hurricane over New England. I wake up a little late for work to discover that her flight is thirty minutes early. So much for the predictive power of my dreams.
Who knows, it could be a fun trip. Tickets to the Sox-Angels game tonight, a party for the neighbors that will involve some cooking time together, a day walking around Catalina island and to cap it off, the King Tut exhibit at LACMA.
I had a dream last night that her plane was delayed for days due to a stalled hurricane over New England. I wake up a little late for work to discover that her flight is thirty minutes early. So much for the predictive power of my dreams.