One of my people had a birthday the other day.
She asked if I wanted to grab drinks.
I said I’ll pick the place.
I picked Epcot.
She used to work there and her husband gave up his annual pass but she didn’t. It was a good thing.
And I managed to score a very hard to get reservation at Geo-82 that opened a couple weeks ago.
When we got there, she checked in with her husband.
I told her the hardest thing about losing Momma is also the weirdest thing.
I used to text her the whole way to a place, “take her with me” through it and then let her know when I was coming home.
Now? I don’t even think about that anymore.
I finally lost that “pull” to want to tell someone I made it to my destination safely.
I mean, there’s social media when I want to leave crumbs.
But how do I leave crumbs when I don’t have someone clued in to my whereabouts?
So my last cat sitter quit and I just did a trial run with a new one. I loved the first but I think I like this one even better.
I type that to say I wasn’t nervous about my next trip till Habanero Hitler bombed Iran.
Like, the last time we were in a scuffle with an “I” nation, where did they attack? Eggzactly.
I almost wonder if I shouldn’t go full paranoia and tell the cat sitter what to do in case of THAT emergency.
Maybe I better give my cousin my Rover login since the only other key in existence to my house is w a girl whose last name I don’t know.