I don’t get to write in it right away. It was purchased specifically for a trip I’m taking with my mother next month. My mother is taking me on a trip actually.
Shortly after this conversation, she called again.
My Mom: “Hi sweetie, have I caught you at a bad time?”As the idea turned over in my head it almost sounded fun. Good thing, too, because I knew I was going even if it didn’t sound like fun. There are some things I will always do for my Mom---giving her some time is the least of them. She's always given me hers.
Me: (a little cranky but smiling anyway) “Hi Mom. This is as good a time as any.”
My Mom: "I have a proposition."
Me: (slightly hesitant because my mom has come up with questionable propositions in the past) "Oh?"
My Mom: "Remember I've told you about the trips Hal and I have taken with Elderhostel?"
Me: (remembering they go all over the place and take interesting classes. She's into sewing and needlework of all sorts and her husband is into woodworking. They both are very creative.) "Of course. You call it Old Folks Camp."
My Mom: "I would like you to take a vacation with me in May."
Me: (thinking a vacation with my mom? Just the two of us? Good thing I quit smoking!) “Oh?”
My Mom: (starting to sound excited) “Yes, there is an Elderhostel camp in West Virginia. One session offers a quilting class I’ve been wanting to take. There is creative writing class you could take the same week. Wanna go?”
I’ve never taken a writing class in my life, am not sure I want to, and who knows what this one will be like. I’m bound to meet some interesting people though. Worst case scenario, I'll have a week to sit and write all day long.
That's the worst case and the best case. A whole week to sit and write all day long. In the beautiful mountains of West Virginia. In late May.
My mom rocks.
Truth be told, she drives me batshit too.
It's all part of her job description.
She's good at it.
How'd I get so lucky?