It’s a fact that I come from a tight knit bunch. My mother is my best friend and she’s a ball of fire, that old broad. She’s also a pain denier…comes from a long line of folks who just ‘keep on ticking’. My grandpa, her dad, was the type to drive himself to the hospital when he was having a heart attack. To him it was an annoyance rather than a life threatening illness. Yeah, we just keep moving forward.
So it came as no surprise that Mom called early last week to tell me that she was going in for surgery at the beginning of next month. For a hernia. She’s been living with that pain for about SIX YEARS. I didn’t have the heart to rag at her. She thinks she’s ten feet tall and bullet proof and to tell ya the truth, I have often believed it.
So I’m going down to NC to take care of her. It will be great to see her since I’ve not seen her since October of last year. Can you believe it? That’s a mighty long time for me…the gal who has the world’s longest umbilical cord.
I’m excited. I’ll get to hang out with Mom, and the kids, finish my cookbook and blog in peace.
I need the break from the city. While I love NYC, it’s starting to get to me. I’m not as bouncy and shiny and happy these days. Could be the lack of rest. Could be that I haven’t been in nature for a while…I don’t know.
The important thing is that I’ll be in the company of family. In the bosom of my mommy’s love. Taking a break from craigslist and the penis pictures and married men.
That’s for another post.
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