Well, I e-mailed the itinerary I have in my head to Mom yesterday, then called her last night to confirm she got it. completely forgetting today is "Hyper Friday" in Columbus. (For those of you who don't live in Columbus or pay attention to OSU football, Hyper Friday is when the Alumni Band plays 10-15 minute gigs all over Columbus to rally up the city for the anuual OSU-Michigan game. Which is like a statewide holiday. And usually falls on or around my birthday.) So, I ended up waking her up, since she and my brother were heaed to catch the tour bus around 4AM this morning.
Well...I should mention I sent her pics of both me and John. (Mine was
that I don't like since it makes me look a bit like Charlie at the beginning and end of Flowers For Algernon
.) Mom's comment was "When did you get all that black chest hair?" To which I of course responded, "I don't know, it just kind of grew on me."
Then I confirmed John was getting an appropriate hostess gift for her. (I'm taking her a 22oz Beck's, since she loves German beer.) John's getting her some Jams and Jelly from his neck of the woods. (I explained Mom's postulate that when bringing a hostess gift to someone in another region, one must bring a locally made product unavailable in the region you're visiting. This is also true of gifts for visitors coming to town to make presentations etc.) Given Mom's allergy to honey and inability to have caffiene, most of the options John came up with were out. I reconfirmed normal fruit works, and that he should avoid any of the new fruit & hot pepper jams that seem to be gaining popularity.
Then she reminded me jelly can't travel in carry-on luggage, for reasons other than TSA flight regulations. (Now mind you, I told John this story, but I forgot the punchline.) When I was 6 or 7, on one of the 2 trips we made to Los Angeles for a wedding, we went to Knott's Berry Farm. (Side note: I rode my first roller coaster while we were there.) Well, Mom bought some jelly to bring home. Fast forward to Mom (around 46 or 47 at the time), Nana (Lord she'd have been 70 something), my brother (10-11), and me at LAX trying to fly home. The security pulled her aside as we were entering the terminal. Seems the "dark bottles" in her bag were setting off the alarm. The best part of the entire situation was the older African American guard who pulled my aged mother aside and said "OK, Lady, show me your gun", completely deadpan. We still laugh about that on occasion.
Well, my laundry is drying, then I get to pack. John's getting me at work tonight, so I'm trying to get EVERYTHING ready before hand. Much love to all of you, and I'll catch up on everything next Thursday.