So my mom has come up the mountain to visit for the holidays. She was coming up on Saturday, but changed to Sunday...forgot to mention that to me. I walked through the house imagining the worst. I just know she is on the side of the road with a flat or worse a blown radiator hose. No cell reception, can't run the engine, snow piling up outside, wolves circling.....too much drama? So what, I was always an imaginative child growing up. Oh, where could she be? Time passed and my pacing increased. Should I drive down, scanning the roadsides and drainage ditches ? "Mom, she isn't a escaped puppy; hit by a car while crossing the street", my daughter laments. "Get a hold of yourself, call her", well, I can't do that...she might think I'm overprotective, clingy and possessive. "You are !" screams my daughter. Where is she!? Somalian pirates, Taliban? "Okay! You call her," I tell my daughter, "so she won't get the wrong idea". Aleida calls... she is coming on Sunday. Why do you ask she says, " Oh, no reason," I say. Love and peace to you all and Merry Christmas.
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