Mom’s still in bed and I’m stuck figuring out the menu with Dad. We’re going to have to give everyone a dish to prepare. That’s the only way to pull this off. My mom was always a little more frazzled during the holidays, running around and preparing items to cross off her list, which I never understood, but I do now. I mean, did she even enjoy the holidays?
I’m on my way to buy luminaries and poinsettias for our front porch and driveway. I could easily buy both of those items downtown in Sunrise Bay, but it’s as though my mom’s SUV has a mind of its own because I’m driving toward Lake Starlight.
Who am I kidding? I know exactly why I’m going to Lake Starlight. I’m like an addict who needs a fix. One I’ve convinced myself will tide me over until I can be in her presence again the next tim
