Wake Up Call

On Tuesday, my Mom arrived.  It is her annual pilgrammage out of the land of ice and snow.  At the ripe old age of 90 I think she has earned the right to bask in the warm Florida sunshine while others freeze their posteriors in western Pennsylvania.



She called me at 5:30 a.m. Monday morning giddy with excitement to inquire about the weather.  I told her that once I woke up and it was actually daylight I would call her back and tell her if the sun was shining.  She was also excited to share that she was flying first class.  A grand new experience for the nonagenarian.  At 5:30 in the morning I was less than enthused about her coup but gave it my best effort.

It is now 6:00 a.m. on Wednesday morning.  I am wide awake.   She is sawing logs.  I think I am going to go wake her and inform her that the sun is indeed expected to shine today.  I wonder if she'll ground me?