First Self Righteous Road Trip

My mother moved very far away some years ago, and so I rarely spend much time with her anymore. That’s really ok most of the time, we tend to get on each others nerves pretty quickly and tempers and words fly at the slightest provocation. She has been flying out a lot over the past two years to see her grandson, which works well for both of us- we get to put in some face time, say we love each other, and then part company quickly before enough time is passed in each others company to ignite our mutual short fuses. One major disadvantage to this otherwise idyllic arrangement is that if anything happens which requires our mutual and personal attention one of us needs to suddenly embark on a lengthy 900+ mile journey. This weekend has dealt me that card, with the sudden death of my mothers dogs I find my self-righteous butt uncomfortably settling into the plush clean-smelling seats of my Toyota Highlander and high-tailing it to central Florida to offer what comfort a sons presence may. Feel free to get together yourselves, you just won’t have mr. McStinky around to lead you through the Book of Common Prayer. Actually, that might be more incentive for you to revel in the communal bliss of mutual sojourners fellowship…

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