As I wait for the parents of my soon to be UN-adopted children to arrive from their 4th delayed flight, I wonder if it is all a ploy, and if they have left their children with me for one more night of bliss and tranquility???
Perhaps not.
I do contemplate my return to the place called "home." --To label it so seems foreign.
Sometime in the "a.m." after receiving just compensation for services, I shall return to my bed, my cat, a dozen or so boxes, and half a dozen unpacked wine bottles.
While I'm slightly tempted--knowing the necessity to either finish said wine, pass it off on friends, or discard it all together to avoid the hazards of traveling wine--I think I will pass.
It seems unreal to be leaving one place to go to another, only to leave there yet again.
Tickets have been bought. Moving trucks arranged, and now, all it seems is to begin the process of leaving....Oddly enough, I have to go back to begin it all????
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