COMING TOGETHER--15

Today we had a crisis. The carpet cleaners came in, and they have a solution that takes 6 hours to dry. My mother said she wanted us to go to a hotel for the night. She didn't want to walk in the carpet until tomorrow. I refused to go. She hated me for that. She told me she hated me for making her eat breakfast. She said she'd tell everyone what a mean man I am.

So she tried to go to sleep in the kitchen until tomorrow when she'll let herself walk on the carpet. But it didn't work. She slept for an hour, then woke up and told me she was going for a walk. As I write this, she is off walking.

We may not get along well from now on. I know I have to make her eat breakfast but she will scheme something. She will scheme something while she is walking.

I suppose this was inevitable. We never got along, really. She always said I've wasted my life. She's always said she didn't like anything I was interested in. And I think I have begun to lose patience with her. We will have to create some sort of settled divide.

My mother is home now from her walk. She had to cut it short, sneezing and coughing with the pollen from the trees. She seems more reasonable but now she's sleeping in her chair. I think I need to spend less time with her, at the least.

Maybe this will blow over.

I played a big band cd on my laptop and that seemed to break the ice. Gradually she has warmed up and begun to speak to me. She will have to walk on the cleaned carpet to get her things for the hotel! Ha! But she knows that. Now she is preparing to spend the night in a hotel.

I won't be with her--unless something happens.