Sunday, July 15

Cruising The City



I've rode with my daughter a time or two since I've got here... in her new car. This one replaced the car that hit a brick mailbox some months back.

She's not the reckless type, really, but has managed to total 3 cars. I think I totaled one by the time I was her age. But I didn't grow up in the city.

I wish I could convince her to come back to Virginia with me. And I am fully aware it is for selfish reasons... my peace of mind. If she were closer I could watch over her, take care of her. But she is strong-willed like her mother, so my guess is she will continue to live in this over-priced studio apartment in Texas. I've alerted the apartment management to repairs that have been neglected--I can't help but think they're taking advantage of the younger folks. I assure you, my voice dripped honey when I carried the broken shelf from the refrigerator and let them know the freezer was dripping a pan of water a day. I'm thinking the apartment manager is ready for me to go back to wherever I came from.

My flight left this morning... without me. I do miss home, JB and Momo and Pop. But my business is not finished here. I can't leave just yet.

I need to teach this pretty young lady how to cook in an efficiency kitchen. But first, she has to learn that she MUST eat.

5 comments:

slouching mom said...

Yes.

Eating is important.

Good on you, mom, for staying.

KathyR said...

Cripes. Her insurance must be astronomical.

And I lived on popcorn and takeout for a while when I was her age. I didn't die.

Hang in there, Mom.

Christine said...

This makes me think of my mom talking me through living on my own, telling how to wash, cook, etc for myself. I didn't think I needed all that help at the time, but i clearly did. And I lvoe her for it.

Jennifer said...

I hope your daughter is listening to you and learning from what you're saying.

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Oh, my, do you have a full plate.