Diary of a middle aged mad woman
Do you know that you can leave a comment on my blog that shows you as anonymous on the blog? I say this because I woke this morning to the most lovely message from someone far away – who has been away from home (read: 504) for 30 years – imagine! – and she offered up her AC adaptor for my camera since mine got chewed by the vacuum and hers is dead. I had already ordered one. But meanwhile, back at the ranch, the email set the tone for yet another blessed day in the Big Easy. The new sunglasses that replaced the ones lost in the bayou – scratched in Puerto Rico – free lens replacement. The stupid IPOD thingy that doesn’t work – taken out and ready to ship back. Boas – purple, green and gold for the front door (finally a Mardi Gras decoration) and spears in a vase. Wading through the cheesy MG decor, it was good to have a moment of ah-ha.
I also found costumes for J & I and me – to be disclosed at a later time. Another ah-ha moment.
Then I went and had brunch with mom – only brunch happened at 2:30 and I was about to eat the heads off of nutrias by that time. But WALA – I get there to find my mother in a beige running suit with a beige scarf around her curlers – she is making – good god – boiled eggs carefully sliced opened and stuffed with mushrooms, sherry and yolks, put back together and then topped with crumbled bacon, cheddar cheese, and bechamel sauce with more bacon and cheese – YUM. Her back is killing her from this endeavor that has taken the better part of the day to concoct.
We sit down to eat and she looks at me in tears and says, “I am so happy you are here.” And me, the daughter, feels utterly guilty for not going there more often – instead making her come here. Sigh. J told me yesterday that I should be picking her up for our breakfasts on Saturday instead of making her drive over here. Sigh. Guilt guilt guilt – so much of it, whatyagonnado?
I wrote down seven affirmations for my mother to say every day. Then I called my sister who turned 50 today to say Happy Birthday and she said, “Mom will never say those affirmations.” Sigh.
The boas look good – and I got a costume for Loca for Barkus that is a tee shirt that says, “What happens on the sidewalk, stays on the sidewalk.”