I think my crazy mama has gone back to her morning breakfast of pharmaceuticals. She called this morning, as she often does when I’m driving to work. She’s been fighting a cold, apparently, and from the sound of it, her physician treats a cold with a few hundred milligrams of percocet or oxycontin.
At any rate, I had to ask her to repeat herself several times. My birthday is coming up (this Friday, for those who want to send a gift) and she asked what my plans were.
“Darlings throwing me a party at the house, and tonight we are going up to Asheville to meet Dad and Stepmom for dinner.”
“That’s nice. What are they doing there?”
“They rented a cabin near there for the week.”
“Oh, why?” The idea that a vacation can be spent anywhere besides a beach is lost on mama.
“Well they didn’t take a vacation this summer because they thought they would be moving, so they are taking it now.”
“Well they could have included your mama in it.”
At this point, I was thankful we were out of coffee, because I would have spewed it all over the inside of the car. Mama and Dad have been divorced for nigh on thirty years, and it’s not like they ring each other up to chat or get together for lunch or anything.
“Why on earth would they?”
“I had ya.” I have no clue what this had to do with the price of tea in China.
“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s just a one bedroom cabin they have.”
“I don’t mind sleeping on the floor if it means I can get away.” Gosh, how dare they be so insensitive as not to invite a woman they haven’t spoken to in years along on their vacation! People can be so rude.
“I imagine they were looking forward to some alone time now that both my brothers are out of the house.”
“I guess so. I was just kiddin’ anyway.”
Sure you were.
“I sure do need a break, though. I ain’t got to see the ocean this year. That’d be the best thing for this cold, salt water!”