Time warp

When I’m at my mom’s, time moves differently. We eat, we shop, we watch TV, we visit mom’s friends. And that’s about it. It’s lovely. I have no responsibilities. No deadlines. I don’t have to follow databases to see if jobs are posted. I don’t have to walk the dog. I don’t bother exercising. Mom tells stories. I listen. I do any chores she can come up with. After two days of frigid weather, it is now very warm. I mow the lawn. Pick up leaves. Try to be useful.

We thoroughly enjoy our time together. I’m so happy that she’s in good health. She’s so happy that I’m home. I’ve seen much more of her since I stopped working and moved to Ireland. For example I’m home for two weeks at Christmas instead of four or five days. And she visited me for two weeks last year, which she never did when I lived in Pennsylvania. But living so far away means she seems to value my visits more.

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