Update
Well.
When I wrote that last post, it was going to be followed up by the “And she’s all better now, whew!” post. But I had things to do that weekend, and places to go, so didn’t write.
But I did notice that mom hadn’t blogged for a few days, and she hadn’t sent me any email. So I picked up the phone to call her (I previously had been calling her every day, but then thought she was better, so stopped).
At which point, she asked me to come out to Arizona again, saying that things were worse.
So here I am in Arizona, with mom. I managed to sneak in during a break between the storms that have hit Arizona (and California before that). The airplane was delayed two hours on the tarmac in Big City due to a malfunction that turned out to be a Ghost In The Machine, and missed my connecting flight in Salt Lake City…but Delta showed how absolutely wonderful it is by automagically rebooking all the people who had missed their flights onto the next available flight. This was very cool–all we had to do was take our existing boarding pass, run it beneath a scanner, and a brand spanking new boarding pass for the rebooked flight was printed out.
But when I got to Phoenix and got to the car rental place, a snag occurred. It seems that we didn’t have enough money in our account to cover any car rental (if I had had a credit card, that would have worked, but they automatically block out more money for debit cards, no matter how little an amount of time you want to rent)…paychecks being deposited on Saturday didn’t help. I was tired. I just wanted to get up to mom. So I parked myself on one of the chairs in the middle of the huge car rental complex and proceeded to sob my heart out.
Then I called OmegaDad.
Have I mentioned how much I love OmegaDad? Well, okay, just thought I’d mention it again.
Anyway, he arranged for the inter-city shuttle to pick me up and get me up to Prescott. Yay, OmegaDad!
Driving up was an adventure–but the good kind. See, since I wasn’t driving, I didn’t have to worry about all the water crossing the road, or the high winds, and was perched up nice and high so I could peer out the windows and see over concrete barriers on bridges and wash crossings. All of which were flooded with rushing water. Waves. Crests on the waves. Waterfalls coming down the rocky roadcuts that we were traveling between. Snow mixing with the heavy rain when we got to Prescott.
(Up in Small Mountain University Town, they have had something like four feet of snow. Roofs are collapsing on businesses–the ice rink, the big, comfy used bookstore, the fabric store, more–and the city mayor has declared that all businesses must clear their roofs or face a fine. The powers that be also closed the main highways around SMUT for 24 hours.)
Anyway, I am here with GrannyJ. We are working on getting her into a nursing home for a few weeks, to see if they can do anything. We’re talking about her maybe moving to live with my brother. Lots of things to talk about. She is not doing well, but she is–as ever–my sharp-witted, fun, sweet mom.
In the meantime, consider me a poster child for the Sandwich Generation: OmegaDotter’s birthday is tomorrow, and she is in her first “real” gymnastics meet tomorrow, too, with judges and not every participant getting a trophy. We had a little birthday dinner Wednesday, and gave her the family presents, but I wasn’t able to arrange her party in time…that’s up to OmegaDad.
I know a lot of bloggers who are having issues with their moms these days. Kat Kaz (damn, should proofread when I’m posting at midnight!), Laurie, Lorrie, V…I’ve kept so quiet with them about their problems because…well, it’s kind of a “La, la, la, I’m ignoring things!” approach. But we’re past the ignoring problems part here, and I want to apologize and shout out to all of you to say, “Hang in there, kiddos.”
I will keep all & sundry posted; I wasn’t planning to post tonight, but saw Anon in AV’s comment, and thought I should update.
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OmegaDotter has turned seven.
Who is this young lady? The one who looks all grown up? The one who makes me think that in just a few years, we will be beating off the boys with sticks?
