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#Guess

Friday night but my disciplined husband keeps his weekly work routine and goes to bed by 9:00.

Past 9:30 but this cinema buff keeps her weekend desire to watch old movies past midnight.

Classic Hepburn was a given. Including Spencer Tracy and Sydney Poitier was like adding salt and pepper to a favorite dish.

Guess who’s coming to dinner was my 1967 choice. Looking back in time at this social issue was the comedy-drama I wanted.

15 minutes into the movie and I wonder why I hear my husband going out the back door? I figured he needed more wood to ensure the fire made it through the night. My mind stays focused on the screen and I pay more attention to the gallery and nice digs than I do to my own artful home. When I hear the stairs, I finally turn my head thinking Richie decided to join me.

But it’s not Richie!

Guess who’s coming to dinner was my 2018 reality. Gawking in surprise at my non-social butterfly baby girl was the comedy-drama I needed.

She had not flown in on United but I was thrilled to be reunited with her.

I didn’t have a Tillie to make us sandwiches and it was too cold to eat outside but I did whip us up some cheesy scrambled eggs to eat in the kitchen.

I never made it past the scene where the doctor meets the dad. On the interesting flip side, Tarah’s dad visits his doctor in the morning.

Our reunion tonight was comedic. I can’t wait to see what drama unfolds tomorrow…in both households.

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Gone but not forgotten

Our daughter has been in Philadelphia for several weeks. I miss her terribly just knowing she’s further away than usual. When I opened the refrigerator this morning, I saw her face. Maple syrup from the restaurant she likes. Dunkers that she  usually buys at Trader Joe’s for her dad. The bottle of Coke I had to buy yesterday because it showcased her name. Tomorrow I’ll buy some cream cheese and have a loaded steak and whiz sub for lunch. Somehow the visuals and city references bring her closer to home. It’s been a Rocky road for me. Ah, yes, that too will shorten the distance. A mom has to do what a mom has to do.

Release

Saturday’s are a mixed emotion for me. I struggle with how to enjoy a day off and still complete as many chores as possible. This morning I decided to mix business with pleasure and triple task. The plan was threefold:

– enjoy the calm and breezy  summer morning

– walk 3 miles to the bank instead of driving

– get in some exercise and tone my legs

It was a great idea but as I got to my halfway point, I thought of another task I should have completed before leaving the house. It occurred to me as the skies opened up and left me walking in a downpour and flip-flops. I could’ve checked the weather app. 

Now I’m feeling down, pouring myself a coffee and admitting my plan was a flop. 

– The walk wasn’t a breeze or calming.

– One can bank on the fact that my cold cash is now wet.

– I need to set a new tone for the day. 

My work is never done. 

The Mommy That Never Sleeps

My daughter bought a bus ticket to NYC with her college roommate.  When I joined the conversation she and Dad were having about it, I didn’t learn much. Perhaps I’d joined the discussion too late but like others her age, maybe she just has it all figured out:

  • Are you starting at Port Authority then?  “Chill.”
    • You will be cold.  Do you know what you’re wearing?  No response.
  • Where are you meeting your other friend?  “In Manhattan.”
    • It’s a big island.  Where in Manhattan?  No response.
  • Do you have enough money?  “I don’t know, I didn’t count it.”
    • Keep money in multiple spots.  What bag are you bringing? No response.
  • Where are you going to spend your time? “To the left of the Empire State Building.”
    • The cops won’t be able to find you.  Can you be more specific?  No response.
  • Are you going to Central Park?  “Yes, at the end.”
    • You shouldn’t go at night.  What part of the Park?  No response.
  • Didn’t you want to see the Brooklyn Bridge?  “Yes, we didn’t get to it last year.”
    • That’s a long walk.  Have you Googled the map?  No response.
  • How are you going to get around the city? “The Subway, Mom.”
    • They won’t have a stop that says ‘Brooklyn Bridge’. Do you know the stop?
No response. 

Maybe I need the education.  I guess I just worry too much.  They have each other.  They have their cell phones.  They’re smart girls finishing Spring break in the Big Apple. It’s the ideal college road trip.

So then why can’t I sleep?