This year I decided to be proactive about my parents visiting. As soon as the snow was off the ground, I got in touch and asked if they were coming to visit. I skillfully manuvered my way through a course of emails, offering assistance where it seemed I could be useful. After months of this dance, my mom emailed me in early September telling me that they were not going to make it out this year.
So this afternoon she calls me and tells me they have been in town for a week and she wants to know if I can do lunch tommorow.
It is not as if they just decide to drive over and see if we are home. They live 1500 miles away, and usually take a plane then rent a car and drive here from Cleveland.
I have no idea what to do with them. I suppose I should feel lucky that she called at all instead of just showing up on the doorstep as usual. I have talked to my mom about this nonsense repeatedly. I at least have her to the point where she usually lets me know if somebody dies. Even so, last time she didn't tell me that my uncle had died until after my dad got home from the funeral. Whereupon she also told me that dad had stopped by our house but we weren't home. And it never occured to anybody to call?
NightMist