Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Destination - South America
But a suitcase? Sure. Husband and I are virtually leg-shackled to Phoenix since we own a store, so we can never get out of town, leaving our suitcases unused in our closet.
I said, "Sure, when do you need it?"
She said, "Right away."
"Where are you going?" I knew she was leaving in a month for a cruise to South America, but where was she going right then?
"Linda! We're going on the cruise!"
"Wait a minute. Are you telling me you need the suitcase a month ahead of time for your cruise in February?"
"We need to start packing."
"A month ahead of time?"
"I'm going to wash all my clothes and then fold them and see if they fit in the suitcase. Then I'll decide what I'm taking. If they don't fit, then I'll see what I can fit, wash it, fold it and fit it again. Then I'll try it all on right before the cruise to make sure it fits, wash it, fold it and pack it one final time. Then Bob will take the suitcases down to a place and have them weighed full so we'll know if we have to pay the airline."
What did I ask her again?
But now it's February. Her trip is days away. She sits in her house, strangely immobile. I call her to check on her, to see if she feels okay. She says she does but she's not leaving the house. I hesitate before asking why. Do I really want to know why? Do I really have to ask why? Why do I get hoodwinked into these conversations over and over again? But I can't help myself. We're attached like twins, this mother and me.
And of course, the answer is that she packed all of her clothes and now has nothing to wear. Also, she doesn't want to risk getting sick in the cold January Arizona air by going outside.
I say, "Ma, today it was 72 degrees."