Sometime last week a text conversation my daughter and I were having took a strange turn and ended loosely like this:
Me: I need to get a life.
Her: Take Sassy for a walk.
Me: I need a date with something that doesn’t lick its own behind.
I was slightly hurt that she didn’t respond to that comment, because, mental image aside, you’ve got to admit it was pretty funny. (Turns out she was at work and wasn’t able to give the comment her full appreciation.)
Well, yesterday gave me my much needed, albeit unplanned, break from the ho-hum existence I’ve been living for the past several months.
First, our brief taste of spring ended abruptly yesterday morning with a good inch or two of thick, slippery-slidey slush, which was then followed by a good 3 inches of snow. Now mind you, this was somewhat of a surprise, because weather predictions were for rain during the day, then turning ugly sometime after 9 pm. By early afternoon, people were sliding off the roads left and right.
Well, this little weather event presented a problem for a dear friend and former co-worker who lives way out in the sticks and travels hilly, winding roads with very little shoulder and steep drop-offs.
Sooo, we decided to have a girl’s night at my house. I closed the store an hour early to avoid the stupidity and insanity of rush hour traffic combined with frozen, treacherous roads, and we had a lovely evening filled with conversation and much laughter. The fuzzier members of my household were pleased to have another warm lap and another set of fingers to provide scritches. Around 11:30 we finally realized how old we were and decided that sleep should be the next order of business.
At approximately 11:45 as I was snuggling down into my pillow my phone rang. It was Anna…calling. Although Anna frequently, and much to my dismay, texts me random things late at night, she almost never calls me that late. Now we all know what goes through a mother’s mind when their child calls them at such an un-godly hour. So I was relieved to discover that 1) she had not been in an accident, 2) she was not injured and 3) she was not in jail. She was, however, locked out of her apartment, with no car keys, and freezing her very tiny tush. Would I please pick her up and bring her back to the house? Well…yeah, of course I will haul my very tired self out of bed and drive across town on some very slick roads to rescue you in the middle of the night…I am your mother for crying out loud.
Before leaving, I knocked on the guest bedroom door to fill my friend in on the latest development and told her to get some sleep…I’d be back soon. Of course, she flat out refused to allow me to drive alone. So, after throwing some clothes on over pj’s and lacing up the boots we headed out into the night. (At this point one really has to appreciate the irony in the fact that we were doing exactly what we had been trying to avoid earlier in the evening!) And, though honestly I’ve driven in worse, the roads were pretty darned bad. At about the halfway point I wondered aloud about the sex of the drivers whose cars (most of them 4wd) were languishing in the ditches along the way and offered up my own theory, to which my friend heartily agreed. Well, we rescued Anna, and on the way back to the house, Anna, after observing the abandoned vehicles along the way, blurted out her own theory about the sex of the drivers of those vehicles…oddly, or maybe not, it exactly matched the one previously suggested.
Finally back home nearly an hour later, we all crawled into our respective beds. But, I soon realized that my adventures were not quite over for the day.
At approximately 2 am I was rudely awakened by the sound of “kitty cat in reverse”. Every cat owner in the world knows what happens when a cat goes into reverse. If you don’t know, I can only tell you that things are going to get ugly. And they get especially ugly when said kitty cat is standing on the foot of one's bed. Although, I made a valiant attempt to save the day by leaping out of bed while scooping up kitty boy and dropping him (gently) onto the floor of the shower, my efforts were in vain. I spent several minutes taking care of that “situation”.
At approximately 6 am this morning kitty boy decided he needed his head scritched. Kitty boy can be pretty insistent for such an old guy.
But, for a brief time, I “got a life”.