Caterwauling

In my previous post, I mentioned how Mom seems to be in the air for her old friend and me.

What happened next made her friend spit out her cookie when I told her.

I sat out in the sun today. Where I broke my new Betsey Johnson tumbler that I picked up in Orlando. First use.

I’d remembered seeing an identical one at the closest Ross to me. So I tossed my cover-up over my wet bathing suit and drove to get it.

They had a million tumblers, but it wasn’t anywhere.

I went to leave, and I don’t know how, but my dress somehow got caught on a display.

I went flying backward … and saw the damn tumbler at the back of a lower shelf.

The second I saw those pumpkins, I said, “Thanks, Momma!” I knew she had scruffed me so I wouldn’t miss it.

The new tumbler was also broken, but in a different way than mine.

So I got 10% off. Now I have a perfect tumbler for the cost of two.

Since I was at Ross, I ordered from the Italian joint in the same parking lot.

They do a pumpkin ravioli with pancetta special every September, and I thought, get one in Momma’s honor.

I won’t talk about how I ate the entire loaf of olive oil soaked Italian bread in the car on the ride home.

But as I was sitting on the couch with a face full of pumpkin and pancetta, her song came on.

“She’s in love with the boy.”

That was her song for Scumby.

Oh he was such a loser. But she was always running out the door to jump in his tin can.

Now the odds of this song playing in my house …

As I’m eating a meal she loved …

After she pointed me toward something I wanted in Ross …

AND I forgot to mention that I thought of her today and asked where Tuggy (the tugboat) has been and TUGGY LITERALLY DROVE BY AS I THOUGHT ABOUT IT …

Are fucking zero. OK? Those odds are ZE. RO.

Taylor Swift Radio is back on Sirius 13 for another limited run. So I’ve been playing that for the cats.

How the fuck has the channel changed … and it’s playing Trisha Yearwood?!

Well, I sure hope she got to sneak a taste of pancetta, because it was superb.

Funny enough, as I sat dumbfounded over the song, each cat came up and licked some pancetta off the ravioli.

Well, Momma always wanted us to eat as a family.

I love that today, we got to do that again.

Love you, Momma! Thank you for your visit. Come back for the Taylor Swift listening party on Oct. 3. And Practical Magic 2 is coming out! You better come get a “midnight margarita” with me!

Also … “Fly Me to the Moon” is playing now. That was on the “Once Around” soundtrack from 1990. Which we LOVED!

Keep DJing tonight, Momma. Loving it! And you!

Mom’s friend texted two days ago to say she was up all night thinking of Mom.

It’s her birth month. The veil is thinning. I wasn’t surprised.

But I noticed I hadn’t really been picking up signs from Momma in a while.

I thought of her last night, as I do every night, but for a few reasons.

One, I was watching the “Golden Girls” series finale. The one where Dorothy met the love of her life and married him. At whatever senior age they were.

That was a very dashingly handsome Leslie Nielsen.

Her mom Sophia was supposed to move out of Blanche’s house with her. But she decided to stay with Blanche and Rose. And let Dorothy have this phase of her life to herself.

I cried so much. I mean, all those amazing actors are dead. But also, I remembered thinking that would be me, you know? I’d meet someone in my advanced (hah) age and hopefully Mom would have had someone to be with, too.

At least Sophia got to see her daughter’s wedding.

The second reason I thought of Momma was because I am trying to redo a vacation that’s been booked for months.

She always told me to put the questions into the universe before I fall asleep. She used to awaken with answers that way.

Well, I was more confused about my trip than ever this morning. And I thought, What Would Wobin Do?

Well, other than tell me I’m going to get myself killed and I should stay home, I mean.

I used to feel like she doubted me. But she never did. She would have told me, “My baby got everything handled.”

So I did a “free writing” session. First, I wrote what I have planned. Then I wrote WWWD — What Would Wobin Do — and told myself, ok, now write down your ideal itinerary.

Man, that was easy.

I already switched around some hotel nights. I put some tickets up for sale on Ticketmaster. And basically put a wish out in the universe to sell one so I could put the proceeds toward a better ticket.

There’s still some flight juggling to do. But, I really do amazing things when I know Mom’s pushing me to do them.

But she was far from done with me today…