What’s a family visit without drama? All was well up until the end, but it’s inevitable that something will trigger DRAMA with them. They make me as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof.
Saturday was OK, we slept in since we’d been out past our bedtime with Chrissy and I had to sleep off the Jameson! We got to the homestead around noon. We sat around while my mother called my brother to find out where he was and what he was doing. This is what they do all day, every day. They sit around calling each other to find out what’s going on. My brother calls to find out when food is ready. I kid you not.
So, anyway, my mother is all laid up with her shoulder being out (hello, the exact same affliction as her mother) and her neuropathy has flared up in her leg, so she’s got some sort of brace on, hobbling around. She is primed for a blow up, but since everything is going smoothly, she’s got no excuse. Yet. Continue reading At Least the Drama Is New