Yeah. Just yesterday I was blathering away incoherently about politics and looking forward to a [much needed] semi-moom-alone-except-for-a-little-Mouse weekend and now I’m here. Again.

The truth is that a little sub-plot was going on underneath yesterday’s ramblings. I hadn’t called The Commander in a couple of days. I was overdue. Well. Hello. She didn’t sound like her usual self at all. Now, it is exceedingly difficult to talk to The Comm on the phone even on a good day. My phone doesn’t talk to the Yooperland very well (thank you, AT&T). Her phones are totally screwed up. Static-ey as all getout. There’s always a lot of “Are you there?” “Mom?” “Mom?” “Are you using the kitchen phone?” [The kitchen phone is the worst.] Dropped calls left and right and, for a while, her iPhone ringtone was set to sound exactly like a regular old phone. Confusion? Yes. For her part, The Comm, who has some hearing issues [and yes, she reads my blahg], will be going on and on and on, twisting the conversation in 16 different directions with MacMullan blindsides. Fun? Not really. But this was worse. Something was not right.

We rather nervously waited throughout the night. When I called her this morning, she wasn’t any better. She couldn’t get hold of her doc, so she took a taxi to the ER. I was having coffee with MMCB when that decision was made (a text message like only The Commander can send eventually confirmed her safe arrival). And then, I don’t know what I was thinking, but I drove to work. Of course, by the time I got there, I had come to the realization that what I really needed to do was to get onto the northbound I75 SUV Speedway. I told the Long Suffering Cat Herding Person what was up, sent an email to my fellow team members, set my autoresponder on, shut down, and took off.

The Comm got bounced out of the ER this afternoon but there are some issues that need to be checked out that I don’t have a comprehensive story on right now. We’ll find out more [I hope] tomorrow morning.

I have to admit that I felt very alone this morning. I don’t have a whole lot of experience with this stuff, my brother is dead, the GG is off on a junket with DogMomster, and Mouse has work and rehearsal. And I am really not the favorite child in the family. A ne’er-do-well black sheep sorta person. Yes, The Comm reads this and no, there isn’t some big, horrible thing between us. I have never felt un-loved or anything. Just that I think The Engineer had a greater capacity for dealing with elderly parents than I do and I bet she is missing him right now. I know I am!

Guess what? When I got here, both Barb and Our Northern Correspondent Paulette were *here* with The Comm. Barb had figured out where The Comm was and headed down there to help out. Our Northern Correspondent took charge of filling prescriptions and obtaining us some dinner from Kenny’s Pitchen. And then my loverly cuzzint, the mean old, grunchy old Grinch stopped by to visit. In a way I can’t begin to articulate, I always feel like he has my back. I am grateful to all of them, plus the LSCH Person who fosters a family-friendly atmosphere at my work. I am nervous about the future but I am not feeling quite so lonely any more.

Love y’all,
Boomerang Woman

P.S. I am not going to provide a blow-by-blow of this new reality on my blahg. But this is where I am today and why.

This entry was posted on Thursday, April 14th, 2011 at 6:17 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.