Relapse

Perhaps I got a little too excited. Maybe it just wasn't so hot when I went outside. I dared go for a walk Downtown the other day and to say the least, I barely made it home. I felt terrible. I just can't take heat. Not yet anyway.

I made an extremely difficult, in-denial, kind of decision when I called Mattie and told her to go to Greece without me. She was not happy. I was even more upset and had to remain professional as she frantically looked for ways to replace me or push back dates or anything we could do to fix things before our departure date next Friday. I've ruined her summer plans. I feel awful about it. To make matters worse, we had just booked our flights on Monday- only three days before. I agreed to let her give my ticket to anyone she could find to go with her so spontaneously. A call to Delta informed us that Buddy Passes are non-transerfable and non-refundable. The ticket is in my name. I can change the destinations but I'm the only person allowed to use this ticket before it expires. I hope Mattie doesn't think I did this on purpose.

Despite my immense monetary loss (it will take months to recover!! and a job. Whaa??) there is a ray of light. Mattie is now leaving Monday for Ireland for twelve days with a friend until her other Greece visiting friend arrives in Athens and then they can go to Paros together. Mattie was worried about being in Athens alone and having her friend get in and not know how to get a ferry to Paros. So this gives Mattie an extra adventure in a new country and an escort to her Grecian Paradise. This makes me feel a little better.

While I know I shouldn't, I suggested to Mattie that I may come to Paros a little later and just spend the last two weeks of the month there. After all, I now have this ticket and I'd be reducing my heat exposure in half. Granted I've been watching the temperature there dance around in the 90's- almost reaching 100˚ this Thursday. It's been about 84˚ here. I know I'm kidding myself. I've also got to cancel my flight to Barcelona and wipe dreams of Churros from my brain.

I'm happy news, (Gosh I rambled on and on about me me me and am just now getting to the fact that) Ellen and Chris have left for their Caribbean Cruise! We had a final family dinner the night before they left and they spent yesterday in Miami with Chris' family. Today they board their ship which is a vacation in itself. I can't think of the name of it but it's that giant Royal Caribbean one that's so big it has "neighborhoods" and a zip-line that runs from one end of the boat to the other. Something about that strikes me as funny. Anyways it will be a trip to remember I'm sure. I'm in charge of the fat cats while she's gone- yes Georgie, I'll finally take some pictures for you- and also will be taking her seat at the Realty office this week as Dad needs someone to answer the phone and well, I'm not going anywhere.
Dad bought me a pity tank of gas yesterday.

In more not-so-good news, Mom's back went out and she's stuck in an awkward and painful position. I feel so bad for her and have been saving my trip-related temper tantrum for when she feels better. Mom is very rarely in a bad mood, she's never mean, and I would never describe her as cantankerous but now... C.R.A.B.B.Y.
It was kind of funny at first. We would laugh as I molded her up onto the sofa, mushing her legs into a good position. Seems it's lost it's charm.

So there you have a Union update. I'm off for some lunch now. Really work up an appetite sitting in the AC, watching Mom watch the ceiling.

Just think, I'm jobless, heat intolerant and possessing a Summer/Fall plane ticket to Europe... what comes next?