This morning I woke up early with plans to connect an important secondary character to a subplot that would make my manuscript tighter. I didn't get it completely sketched out when I had to start the day by waking up the husband and the kids and make them breakfast. Then we decided to "do school" today and I sat down with Irie to read a couple chapters of the latest book I'm orating. After she typed her summary, and was taking a spelling test, I got a call from my dad. Of course, I had to step outside on the porch (which was already sweltering at 10:30 am, to answer it.
"Hello?" I said a couple times since he didn't immediately respond.
"Audra? Are you there?"
"Yes!" I said as I finally got my location settled.
"I was just calling to let you know that your mother and I and Mia are on our way to Harrington and she insisted I call you to let you know we were going to be nearby in case you wanted to meet us there. You don't have to," he was quick to say, "Your mom just wanted me to call."
"Oh. Why are you are going to Harrington?"
"Well, I was going to take Mia and Brittany to their big sale last week, but that was when your mom had her little... when she was in the hospital."
"A sale? What sale?" It finally dawned on me. "Are you going to Chicks?" a western saddlery.
"Oh. OK." The first answer that my head returned that I didn't say was, "that's crazy. An hour and a half drive to meet them at a store???" My second was, "Yeah, but you never know when you won't get to see them again," then, "But what about the tomatoes? I was going to process them today." "Who cares about the tomatoes. Do them tomorrow." "What if some rot?" "Who care if some rot!"
"Well, Dad, let me ask Irie if she wants to go." If she didn't want to go with me being the horse-crazy kid and crazy about Mia, I wasn't going to go. I opened the door and looked at Irie, still on her computer studying spelling. "Irie, do you want to go an hour and a half to meet grandmother and granddad and Mia at a tack store? We would have to leave right now." I expected her to say 'no.'
I returned to the porch and my conversation with Dad. "Well, she says she wants to go. Let me ask Mike." I went to the other side of the porch, opened the door and explained the situation, asking him if he minded that we went.
"Um... I guess not."
Back to the porch and reception, I delivered the news: "OK. We'll meet you there. We'll leave in 5 minutes.
We actually got to the store fifteen minutes or so before they did, due to beach traffic clogging their south bound stretch of the highway. After they arrived, Grandmother announced that she was giving Irie $20 to spend in the store. She (with my help) picked out a halter for a miniature pony, a lead rope, and reins. She also got a cute silver horse bracelet which she immediately put on. Mom goes, "I've never seen Irie interested in jewelry before!" She's a girl, but she's never acted like one before.
Afterward Dad took us to lunch. To my surprise, both my parents ordered salad and they looked good. I usually order one but didn't because the picture looked underwhelming. I regretted my decision after ordering a turkey wrap, and it was blander than an unsalted saltine cracker. I had to ask for mustard and it wasn't much better. that's OK, because that's not the reason I went.
It was nice to see Mom and Dad happy and healthy. Dad is still thrilled about their new house. He's also talking about coming down here in a couple weeks for a weekend with Mia and bringing Snowflake's baby, Herc, who she trained to a cart. Irie didn't remember ever riding in the cart while Herc and Mia pulled her until I reminded her that's what she did on our last visit to Oxford. I have pictures.
On the way home Irie slept so I listened to NPR without anyone whining and demanding that I turn it off. There was a really interesting piece about how your mind and body work together, and in a lot of situations it's actually the body that know the information from your eyes a split second before your brain does.
I gotta go and get some exercise in so my mind can stay calm :-)