Blown through…
December 26th, 2005 by rsm
She left in the same flurry with which she arrived. Early this morning I could hear her moving about, stuff being tossed, heavy things that were only softened from their impact on the floor above by the bottoms of her bags. I took that as a sign.
Mom already had her hair done and an outfit on for comfort. “Alright, I figure I might as well leave in the morning so I know there won’t be any traffic if I can get through the city fast enough. How do I get out of here?”
Rather than giving road names and other directions she might miss, I made it easy. “Take a left at every stop sign you come to. It will be several miles. Finally you’ll come to a stop light. That’s the highway. That’s where you’ll turn right. Stay on that highway until you get to Florida. You should be able to find your way from there.”
For all her superpowers, she has no sense of direction. She still gets lost on the square wraparound deck just trying to get into my cabin. Visually she will fool herself. I have seen her trip over the painted lines in a parking lot. At least she can laugh about it.
“Are you sure you have to leave?”
“No, but it feels like today is the best day for me to get through the city.”
“Fair enough. Do you have your snacks?”
“Diet Coke, celery and carrots right here in the bag. You wouldn’t happen to have any more of those ice-pack things, would you?”
“Always.”
So we walk to the car and I stand by holding everything as she loads it all up in her style. She laughs, “You remember last year when you took me to the hospital and the doctor thought we were married?”
“Yes. Yes I do. I hope you still think it’s because you look so young, not because I look so old. Let me know when you get there and call me if you have any problems on the way.”
“Oh yeah, yeah, no problem,” she assures me, like a teenager saying he’ll let his parents know as soon as he gets on campus at college. I won’t hear from her until tomorrow. She’ll probably stop off somewhere for a nap, another stop to shop at some place that strikes her fancy, and she’ll be on her cell phone most of the way once she’s on the open road.
A real quick kiss since she doesn’t want to mess up her makeup, and then I close the car door and back away as she heads down the drive and out the main gate.
She’ll be just fine.
My mom left this morning, too.
Godspeed to both of them.
; )
I have seen her trip over the painted lines in a parking lot
Hey, I’ve done that! Amuses my friends to no end.
i love what i’ve heard about your mom; hope she makes it back okay.
I have afeeling you could start a blog just on your Mom.
What a trip.
And I met you, so it must be that your Mom just looks really really young because I thought you looked FAR younger than I and I know I don’t look your Mom’s age!
I second Bou’s suggestion. Love to read about people who live life to its fullest and obviously your mom does. She’s a great role model for you and those who read about her. Plus she sounds like a mom that Shirley McClain played in a movie; witty, no nonsense and very attractive.