‘My baby got everything handled’
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…