I know I said I wasn't gonna be back here until my travels were done. But do you know how long a two week blogging break really is? I haven't had it professionally measured, but I'm pretty sure its somewhere between infinity and forever.
That's not why I'm breaking this fast early though (and I don't mean "fast" in the religious sense, more I'm the breakfast sort of way, lest you judge). No, wild horse could not have pulled me back, no way; it took an act of God. And by "act of God," I'm talking about a bag of frozen popcorn chicken.
Without further ado, here's the story I had to come back to share with you...
I've been picking up my neighbors' mail for them for about 4 months now, since they've been
dead out of town. More on that later. Anyhow, tonight, on my way to their mailbox, I was chatting with me madre on the phone when I spied something in the road. She's telling a story, so I don't interrupt, just pick up the something, grab the mail, and walk back to my house.
As we get back to my house, I say, "Mom, guess what I'm holding in my hand? It's a bag of..." and then she cuts me off and says "No, no, I want to guess. Did you say it's a bag of something? Say it again, you already let that part out." So I say, "Yes, I said 'its a bag of...'" And I about gave her a hint. I did. I almost at least told her how improbable it would be for her to guess. But I didn't. I didn't tell her anything else. Because as I was holding what is in that picture above, my mother, 654 miles away, says "Uhm... A bag of frozen popcorn chicken!"
I'm not lying. Sometimes I fib, but this is straight verbatim. This happened. To me. Tonight.
I freaked out, obviously. I demanded to know if she was in SC. I accused her of using military satellites (or at least google earth) to spy on me. She denied it all. She had no explanation. She then incorrectly guessed me as wearing a gray shirt (red), and although she could tell me what color Duke was, I don't think that actually counts.
All the same, it happened. The world held still and the space-time continuum was breached. Basically, she hacked my life, and I don't know how. I guess that's just the type of bond we have.
And that's what I had to come back here to tell you. I mean, how could I not share that with you?!? Now I'm going back on break. My next (and final, hallelujah!) trip starts at 4:30 in the AM tomorrow. But then that's it. After that, life as usual will resume. I love life as usual.