My mother is coming to visit tomorrow. That could have all sorts of meanings. Most times we get along but we just plain refuse to acknowlege that each of us has our own way of doing things (however, mine is the only way that makes sense.) Will we drive each other crazy in four days? Who knows.
I went to a writer’s panel today. I thought since it was free that there wasn’t going to be very much information given out. But it was quite informative. The funny thing is that each of them said that you don’t pick writing as a career if you want to get rich. Well, yeah, I knew that, but half the time I just like to see my name in print, and I don’t think about the money anyway.
My cell phone rang at about 1am then again at 7. My land line rang twice. I thought for sure that my mother was calling me to say someone had died - that my grandmother had died. I put off listening to voice mail until I got to work. Turns out it was a text message from Cingular and call from my friend and my father. Sheesh! What does that say about me?