Hello … it’s me.
It’s been a long, lonely week. Mom is in Houston at the Intergalatic Quilt show. She’s taking in all the sights and sounds …
I guess she’s there because 50,000 people are looking at her quilt. Whatevs.
I’m sitting here like a fool, waiting for Mom to come home. She left on Sunday. I asked Dad on Tuesday … “Is Mom coming home today?” He said no.
About twenty seconds later I reiterated my query. Again, I was told “no”.
I woke up Wednesday brimming with hope … only to have my hopes dashed (see what I did there?) … I tried to laugh it off …
On Thursday we went for a golf cart ride … I asked Dad if we were driving to the airport to pick up Mom … Dad said “no”.
When we got back from my ride I sat outside in the back yard, lamenting my circumstances.
Only the dulcet tones of the braking system of a UPS truck could take my attention off of my Mom.
On Thursday night I heard a car pull up in the driveway …
I was both thrilled and flabbergasted when I found out that Mom didn’t drive up but instead it was my friend Rob from California.
I spent most of Friday doting over my friend, following him wherever he went (until he, too, left me for a period of time). I made sure I let him know how I felt about having him leave me for a few hours.
Dad tells me that Mom is coming home tomorrow. I sure hope so. It’s been a long, lonely week, #amirite?