Stop this thing!

I wanna get off! Man, I couldn't believe it when I woke up one day last week and it was already Friday. Don't get me wrong, I was happy about it being Friday so soon. But the week had really flown on past me. Then the next thing I know, it's Monday again already. I've been running all over the place. Lots of people are on vacation and that's why I'm there, to fill in where needed. Today I worked in Canton, just down the alley from where I grew up. Funny thing though, when I work there I don't see that many people I know. It has been a long time since I lived there. It just doesn't seem like it was that long ago.

Mother called yesterday and she was in a tizzy. It's all my sister's fault. A week ago when she spent a few days with Mother, my sister took Mom car shopping. Sigh...
Mother has had new car fever for awhile. It's just that Mother is 85 now and doesn't drive that much and sometimes I wonder if perhaps she shouldn't. But Mom had found a car she liked and she decided to get it. Her old car needs a slight, but costly repair (aren't all repairs like that anymore?) and she was trying to decide whether or not to have it fixed. I told her that I thought her old would sell more quickly at a lower price with full disclosure about the repair it needs, rather than doubling the price of a 15 year old car. In the end, I'm not really certain what she decided to do about the old car.

But on to the new car...it has heated seats. She wanted that because I went on and on about my heated seats during the winter. They really are nice and I will never own another car that does not have them. Ever. Amen. The new car has a CD player somewhere she says. What she thought was the CD player is actually a GPS. The computer that my sister gave to Mom a few years ago made Mom very frustrated, so I don't know that the GPS will get that much use. It would be nice if the darned thing would tell me where she is all the time. I would like that. The new car is silver, that's one of the reasons she had to have it. Color is important in the choice of a new car after all.

Anyway, she is very pleased with it. She only drives a few blocks each day to get the mail and has the occasional trip to one of the restaurants where she lives. Then of course there is the big weekly trip to Woodward to have her hair done. That one scares me. I wish that I could take her instead of her driving there. Tomorrow she is driving to Canton to show off the new car to me. I'll be worried about her all morning. She has a cell phone in case she ever has trouble. Apparently it only calls out, because when I can't figure out where she is and I call her cell phone, she does not answer. I don't know if she doesn't hear it buried in her purse, or doesn't quite know how to answer it, or simply doesn't want to be bothered with the likes of me.

Honestly though, I love my Mother to pieces. It's just been Momma and me since I was 12. When I grow up I want to be just like her, if I ever do grow up. We are so very lucky to have her in our lives. And isn't she just the cutest thing ever?