Whoa, girl!

I can see I am going to have to quit reading other blogs and just concentrate on writing my own. I find too much to comment on and spend my time composing replys and opinions instead of keeping up with the stories, old and new, of my own life.

It has been nice to be getting more comments, thank you to all that signed in and spoke up! I will also get to my beliefs on kids undisiplined and todays young people compared to wolfs raised in the wild. Someday I will even tell you how women created civilization and commerce (trading), why crying is built into the system, and where butter came from. Today I just want to catch up with the travelers, the garden and how nice life can be.

I had to review to see I got the mate home ok but left the Mom in FL with her friends. The original plan called for her to be home on Tuesday. I had gone with Tee to drop off Mom's car to be worked on while she was gone and told them she needed it Wed. Like any good auto repair shop, they weren't sure they could get to it until then, they were busy.

Turns out she didn't need it till Friday. She and the cousin called me on Monday to say they were getting underway but didn't know when they would arrive as they had decided to visit some family and friends on the way back home. Being the wandering child, I just told her keep in touch and go for it.

For our bunch, one out of two is about average. They went for it but didn't call home till Thursday late in the morning. I heard, "We are in Columbus, OH and will be home tonight." meaning they were on the road and moving. What Mom meant was, "I am in Columbus so Cousin Kay can visit with friends, we will be home LATE tonight."

I mapped the distance and calculated they would be home just around 6 p.m. After work I checked the house, no Mom. I wandered up to a couple places she might stop, no Mom. I wandered back by the house just before 6, still no Mom. I went for the house figuring she'd call me and I could pick up the trailer before work and take it to the sister's place after the next after the next day.

The mate and I worked in the garden, rode the bikes the eight blocks with one hill in the first block I can barely get up and a hill on the last two blocks that I can make it up but it slows me down. Then I get the downhill coast for one block to the driveway to rest my aching thighs.

I went in to check messages, nothing. I called the Mom's house, nothing. I checked with sister Cee and foster sister, Mee and gave it up. I called again at 9:00 and started to seriously work up a worry. They should have been back at 7 even if they stopped twice to eat and fuel up......and they didn't call.

I have a great ability to locate people. I usually know who it is on the phone before I pick it up and I don't have caller ID. I started cruising the web for police reports, accident reports and road reports from OH to MI. Only one on their route and it wasn't them. I was stymied and had to conclude that, for what ever reason or problem, that they were moving but not home yet. At 10 I started calling every 15 minutes.

Finally, at 11:15 I get an answer, "We just walked in the door."

":I know, I've been calling regularly since 9."

We straightened out the miscommunication, scheduled a meet the next day and went back to our separate lives for the night. I finally got to bed just before midnight.

One of the things Mom has wanted to do since she was in 4th grade, she tells me, is go through the Mammoth Caves. She and the mate flew by them on the way down. On the way back she and cousin Kay did it, they stopped at a tourist attraction and the 67 yr old mom went down and up the 258 or so steps to tour the caves. She was thrilled with herself for doing it and impressed with the caves.

I stopped at a cave in SD once that was right off the road, not public, just there. I discovered that claustrophobia includes a big "No Spelunking" clause. I could NOT go past the sun line. Where the light quit, I quit! So I'm proud of the Mom for being able to go in at all.

The Tuesday bible study for three has been preempted for a yack in the garden pot luck evening for five or six. I will catch you up on her adventures then. I am just glad she made it back. I am old enough and trained enough to get by without parents but I miss Dad still and am not ready to give her up as a constant presence in the backround noise of my life.