I have two business trips coming up, the first of which takes me to Vancouver, British Columbia. Conviently, my Mother’s house is somewhat along the way. She lives in the hell fire deserts of Palm Desert, California.
See, it’s along the way, so I make a pit stop.
Fear not, trust me, there is a blog coming about my flights from Boston to the blazing hot, scorching deserts of California. This however, is a quicker story for my internal body temperature will not allow much more than 5,000 words….as the external temperature of the sands rise, so does the temperature on my scalp.
In fact, as I write this, it is reaching 105 degrees today in Palm Desert. That is hotter than two mice having sex in a wool sock, next to a wood stove, in January hot. Just saying.
The day of my flight, I got up at 4:00AM.
Arrived to the airport at 7:30 AM.
Went through TSA Pre-check screening, had my shoulder bag x-rayed twice and then searched by 8:25 AM.
Took off on my first flight by 9:45 AM.
Took off on my second flight by 1:30 PM.
Arrived to the desert at 2:30 PM.
Mind you being on the west coast, makes my life three hours behind my regular program. Everything is confusing to me. I convince myself to stay awake until 8:00 PM. Then I can go and take shower and get ready for bed. It will be 8:30 by the time my head hits the pillow and by God, that’s close enough.
Eureka! 8:00 arrives and I couldn’t be happier. I am off and running. Good night Mother. Good night two chihuahua dogs..Buddy and Tina. See you in the morning.
By 8:35 I am in bed, lights out.
Next thing I know, for some reason I am being woken up. Don’t know by what. Don’t know by whom.
I hear someone calling my name. What the hell? What?
I turn over and see my Mother standing by my bed.
??? Ok this is odd.
??? Why is my Mother standing next to my bed?
??? Why is her head glowing?
??? Where the hell am I?
??? What the hell is she saying?
??? Who is dead?
??? What the hell is she talking about?
??? Whose dead?
??? Where the hell am I and how did my Mother get here?
??? Who the hell is Tina?
??? What the hell?
At this point I figure, well if my Mother is here, I might as well follow her to see what the hell is going on. All I can think is….who the hell is Tina?
I follow her out to the living room and my sleepy fog starts to lift…….
Ooooooohhhhh, I am at my Morher’s house. Ok.
She’s upset. Ok.
She thinks the dog is dead. TINA.
My Mother goes over to Tina’s bed and says, “TINA! Come on! Time to get up!” And she claps her hands.
I am like, well…..the dog is deaf…..no wonder she isn’t responding….she can’t hear you.
Then my Mother grabs Tina’s head and it flops back on to the bed.
Lifeless. No response.
Maybe, the dog is dead……not like I am an expert at these things. So then I think, well now what? We have a 12 pound porky Chihuahua dead in a bed. Now what? I ask the obvious….
“Do you have an emergency vet?”
As we stand there looking at the dog.
The Mother yells, “Wait! Did she just breathe?”
I’m like…..lady, I barely know what state I’m in at the moment. Could be Massachusetts or it could be California….
Mother yells, “No! She definitely moved! Look!” And sure enough….Tina, the death defying, coma inducing, deep sleeping dog came rousing back to life.
With this, I bent over, put my forearms on my thighs and took some deep breaths.
SWEET JESUS! I am going back to bed.
The Mother came and tucked me back into bed with a kiss on the forehead. I took a look at my cell phone before going back to sleep…..it was a whopping 9:35PM.
Exhausted, I laughed….”who the hell is Tina?”