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Almost lunch with Mom

My sister Katrina is out of town for a week, so Mom's been alone at their house. On Wednesday night, Mom texted me that I'd be welcome to stop by any time, she's home around the clock and without Katrina, she has no-one to talk to.

She's lonely, I figured. She's old, she's frail, she doesn't have a car, so she can't go anywhere, can't do anything. Plus, she was decent to me at her birthday party last weekend. So this morning I decided I'd buy some sandwiches and bus over to Mom's house for lunch.

Cranky Old Fart
#213

Thursday,
Oct. 20, 2022

 
I texted her at about 9:30, but not to tell her I was coming or ask what kind of sandwich she wanted. I have more Mom experience than that. First, I wanted to test the atmosphere, so to speak, and see if she was in a frame of mind that would be tolerable for as long as it takes to eat lunch. I texted only some ordinary chitchat.

If she replied, "Oh, it's good to hear from you," then I'd bring her lunch and stay for a while. If she replied by nagging me about the memorial service on Saturday, or reminding me that I need to find a job, anything like that, it would mean Mom's going to be unpleasant, and I'm not going anywhere hear her.

She didn't reply, though, which is unusual. Usually she's awake by sunrise, and keeps her phone with her always and forever. She sleeps with her phone, I think — sometimes she calls and leaves a message at 2AM.

After a few more unanswered texts, I figured maybe she's in the shower, so I bused to the grocery store, and bought some staples that I need. Also, I bought three sandwiches for lunch with Mom — two for me, one for her — and chips and soda. Still thought I was going to lunch at Mom's house…

Bused back home, and as I was putting away groceries, Dean was in the kitchen, talking at me when I wished he wasn't. As I took a four-quarters block of butter out of my bag and put it in the fridge, he said, "Salted butter, I see," and told me again the facts of unsalted butter.

It's something he tells me once a month or so. I don't give a damn about unsalted butter, but it does mean I can tune him out for the next few minutes, and that's appreciated. When he'd finished with that seemingly pre-recorded spiel, he said, "Oooh, nanas!"

This he said, because I'd taken a bunch of bananas from my shopping bag, and put them on top of the fridge. 

"Would you like a banana?" I asked.

"No," he said, "I don't even like bananas. I was just noticing what you brought home from the store."

"I don't need any commentary, please, about what I buy at the store."

Dean didn't say anything, but when I looked up he was gone, back into his room.

Have I hurt Dean's feelings? Do I care?

With the groceries put away, I texted my mom again. Still no answer. It was after noon, and Mom's never asleep that late, never without her phone, so I worried. Had she fallen? Had a heart attack? Was she dead on the kitchen floor?

Finally, I did something I never do. I called her on the phone. I frickin' hate phones, but — just this once. 

The phone rang, but nobody answered. I left an innocuous voice message: "Hey, Mom, this is Doug. Call or text me please," and I worried.

Mom's told me a hundred times that she can't and doesn't leave the house unless Katrina drives her somewhere. She'd told me she'd be home "around the clock," and yet, for almost three hours, she hadn't been answering her texts or phone.

What I ought to do, I decided, was bus over to Mom's house quick as the buses can run. I could be there in an hour and a half, with good bus luck. Hopefully, she'd be asleep in her recliner when I walked in.

But jeez, I hate it when people expect me to answer my phone or get right back to them via text. Chances are, I figured, she's spending the day at a friend's house. Maybe she went on a long walk or something. Maybe she's laying out in the yard working on her tan. She always wears a MedicAlert bracelet, and can call for help if she needs help, so...

Screw it. Worst case scenario, she's dead, but she'd be just as dead in a few hours, so I ate all three sandwiches and watched a movie. 

Am I a horrible man? Yes, I'm a horrible man, a rotten son, and I ought to feel terrible. The sandwiches were good, though.

Mom called midway through Cloverfield, and before even saying hello, she said, "Oh, it's a miracle. My boy who hates phones actually called me. I don't think you've called me since spring. I'm going to mark it in my calendar, today Doug called me…" After she'd rubbed it in a dozen times, a dozen ways, I changed the subject to ask where she'd been this morning.

"Oh, I go to the church for midweek services every Thursday morning." 

Just yesterday she'd said she'd be at home "around the clock," and asked me to stop by any time.

And then, on the phone, she told me again that I really should come to the memorial service on Saturday, the latest of many such services I've told her over many years that I'll never attend. I waited for a polite chance to say goodbye, then hung up and went back to watching the movie.

I didn't even see my Mom today, and still she managed to annoy me, so if you're wondering, no, I am not going to try lunch with Mom again tomorrow.

Also, the movie sucked.

 

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The End

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10/20/2022  

Cranky Old Fart is annoyed and complains and very occasionally offers a kindness, along with anything off the internet that's made me smile or snarl. All opinions fresh from my ass. Top illustration by Jeff Meyer. Click any image to enlarge. Comments & conversations invited.  
 
Tip 'o the hat to Linden Arden, ye olde AVA, BoingBoing, Breakfast at Ralf's, Captain Hampockets, CaptCreate's Log, John the Basket, LiarTownUSA, Meme City, National Zero, Ran Prieur, Voenix Rising, and anyone else whose work I've stolen without saying thanks. 
 
Extra special thanks to Becky Jo, Name Withheld, Dave S, Wynn Bruce, and always Stephanie...

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