Yesterday, while I was out mowing the lawn, Mom called exactly SIX times, one call after the other, and failed to leave even one message. I heard the phone beeping when I came in, alerting me to A missed call. I learned about her frantic calling when I scrolled through the missed calls log.
I called Mom back but didn't get an answer. So, I called the social services director at Antique Village and told her about the repeated phone calls from Mom. She went to get Mom, brought her back to the office and put her on the phone with me.
Me: Hi, Mom.
Mom: Hi! What's new with you?
Me: Well, I see that you called me six times while I was out mowing the lawn just a little while ago.
Mom: You mow the lawn?
Me: Yes, but is everything okay? I was worried about all those phone calls.
Mom: How many times did I call?
Me: Six times.
Mom: Six times? Ha ha ha.
Me: Yes. Is everything okay? Did you want anything special?
Mom: No. I was just in my room and thought I'd call.
Me: Well, I was a little worried. Why didn't you leave a message?
Mom: I have to go now. Lunch is ready.
Earlier this evening, Mom called my cell phone. When I answered, she hung up. A minute later, she called my cell phone, again. When I answered, she hung up. Then she called our land line. This time, she didn't hang up when I answered.
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I complain a lot on this blog. I've complained about Alzheimer's Disease, late-night trips to the ER, commuting to work, the weather, the family distress caused by my brother, cleaning house, rude children in the neighborhood, real or imagined health issues, etc.
Up until now, you've been spared from my complaints about becoming a fatty. Mostly, this is because the breadth of my frustration and irritation about the matter is, simply, too, too vast to be contained at The Complaint Department. My fat issues are just too BIG to be addressed here, so you've all been denied the pleasure of my innermost thoughts on the matter.
That is about to change.
Introducing Fat Chat.
At Fat Chat, you can learn how much I currently weigh in each post! You'll learn that I wasn't a fatty, then I was, then I wasn't, then I was, again. You'll titter and cluck your tongues when you learn the role that vanity plays in my overall motivation to slim down.
I hope you can pop on over, from time to time.
Poor you on the phone calls! That would most certainly jangle my nerves. New blog? I'm all over it. :)
Posted by: Margaret | June 04, 2011 at 10:01 PM
Walking over there, ONLY if you promise not to give up on us over here! I never thought of your writing as complaining. In fact, I wondered about your blog title. Your sharing, ruminating, photo essays and enhancements - never even thought of you as "complaining." Hmmm.
Phone tag with MY Mom begins again this morning. But first I have to take a walk. Seems a friend has a new show on another channel. The promo sounds INTERESTING, and, again, as if it will have that "me too" pull. Something about phat . . .
Posted by: Karenth49 | June 05, 2011 at 08:50 AM
Yeah, you are not really a complainer. I checked out fat chat and was impressed with 8 pounds lost since January.
Posted by: Miz S | June 05, 2011 at 12:59 PM