I'm here. in A small but passable life.

The flight was great. We flew off into a fairly clear sky right on time. I had nabbed the last seat on the flight and it turned out to be a window seat. And with the sky clear I was able to guess our path by what was on the ground.

First, the poultry houses of SW Missouri and Arkansas and then numerous and massive crop circles over the Ogallala Aquifer of Oklahoma and Texas and then wind farms and ranches of West Texas and New Mexico. The snow capped mountains outside of Albuquerque. Fire lines cut into the mountain ridges of New Mexico and Arizona. And at the very end, the solar farms and greenhouses outside of Mesa here in the Valley of the Sun.

My cousin Doug and his wife pulled up as soon as I stepped out front of the airport. Driving to Mom’s they said that Mom needs help mainly because she tries to do too much. That makes perfect sense. Sounds like her.

When we got to Moms I finished the supper Mom had started and Doug and Twyla came back over for dinner and a short bout of Rummikub. After they left Mom and played another round. Mom ended up going to bed at 8pm.

Friday morning, after calling it a night at 10pm (midnight Central) I was awake at 5am and up at 7am. Before Mom was up!

I took the car and went to the library to peruse. I found a huge “The World of Ice and Fire” with illustrations.

I got online and finished the list Jassy had made for me.

Jassy called in the evening. The van had not run after starting when she was ready to go to her first day of work. She jumped on the city bus right across the street and made it to work fifteen minutes early. I had just showed her how to read the bus schedule and figure the times out right before I left.

Her first day of work went great and her manager had even bought her lunch for her.

Mom got bored and hungry last evening and decided we needed to go to Village Inn. Fine, I wasn’t that hungry so I just had a half sandwich and brought the salad home for later.

I’m already tired of the TV. I guess I need to start sitting outside on the patio at the table. There is a plug-in out there. I hate to be all anti-social but damn I really can’t handle the NOISE. And that’s all it is to me.

Anyway, this morning I’m driving. Mom needs to get her hair done and she’s going to take me to Walmart to upgrade my wardrobe to desert mode. I’ve already got the shirts I need. And she’s trying to repair my pajama pants right now. (Nope, they’re over ten years old and pretty thin.) So, a couple pair of shorts, pajama pants, shoes for the exercise room (Jassy says I’m to start using the exercise room!). And maybe a cool hat?

Mom is already talking like me being here is going to be for the duration. I mean, I don’t have a problem living here, it’s just that the indefiniteness is hard to comprehend. Once I get a routine worked out I can decide whether I can tolerate it or not.

Mom has already said that she’d pay for a flight at Christmas time to visit Jassy. So hell, I may be stuck here in this Twilight Zone for the duration.

I can be a good thing, if I let it be.

One day at a time, I guess.