mom -- weather report

so
you would have no reason to be following the weather here
but
this tropical storm just kinda threw itself together
and hit land today
"around lunch time" according to the weather folks
so now there may be flooding for the next few days
or
they might be making it weatherpocalypse

i looked at the radar
and
there have been storms like that since i was a kid
well, before, but you know what i mean
and most of them haven't been any big shakes
but
since allison
we're all a little ptsd
that was just a tropical storm
but it stalled out and dumped a lot of rain

anyway
i called my mom

she's been having her groceries delivered
and i wanted to tell her
maybe stock up
we might all be in a few days
but
she said she's got plenty of supplies


but
then
she ended up saying something like
the only way you're going to escape from this disaster of a life you've made for yourself
is to write a really good novel

wtf

things escalated to quickly for me to follow

i'm trying to make sure she's ok
and
granted
it was too long between calls/visits
but
i've been depressed
and i couldn't handle it

she was wanting to trade mein for meredith
her sister's kid
for a while
because meredith was calling her all the time
but she got over it
because it got tedious listening to her problems
she's married, not happily
to a guy who doesn't treat her very well
and gambles away all their money
she's got two little girls
and now her mother has moved in with her
after years of ignoring her
wanting no part of her life
only to become an invalid who needs constant care


and when we were talking about her last
i said something to the effect
that i had always considered myself successful
mostly because i didn't get married and have kids

well
apparently that stuck in her craw for some reason
so now she's like
you defined your life by what you wouldn't do
instead of what you might be good at
and now
only writing a really good book can save you from
the disaster of your life


ok
see ya for dinner monday


what is wrong with her
if it goes two months without my seeing you
and
i've probably only talked to her twice
that seems like
not the best time to remind me of

your finer points


anyway
it's been raining for hours
but
it's stopped now
i guess i'll go to bed

i don't think she's right,ya know
i think it's entirely possible that writing a super good novel
might not help me at all
there being so many variables involved in that saving me

i also think
there might be a broad spectrum of other things
that could save me
but
she is definitely not one of those things
she's just so chitinous