For as long as I can remember, my mother has blamed things on the weather. Things that have little or nothing to do with the weather.
All kinds of medical issues are blamed on weather. I'm not sure whether they are humidity or temperature related. I'm pretty sure that things such as ankle swelling and arthritis can be affected by weather, but some other things, well, I'm not so sure.
According to my mother, the following can result from weather:
colds flu coughing sneezing cold sores rashes bumps blisters headaches nausea hemorrhoids (implied, but not discussed) forgetfulness irritability (no doubt) indigestion acid reflux diarrhea (implied, but not discussed) cramps poor circulation dizziness birth murder death
This morning, we are having our usual 8:30 check-in. She tells me what's going on down in Virginia. I say uh-huh a lot. Just like she did decades ago when talking to her mother. She has moved into the modern age just a tad -- she was using her cell phone. Every damn day, her cell phone cuts off. I try to call her back. Busy. I try again. Busy. I wait. Nothing. I try again. Busy. I wait. Finally she calls back. This usually happens again. Conversation. Uh-huh. Click. Silence. Today . . . conversation . . . uh-huh . . . click . . . silence.
She calls back. I tell her that I don't think it was my fault. She says, "Must be the weather."
I'm going to get on her weather bandwagon. I have lots of blame to lay.
I see myself as an artist. Others see me as a housewife. Too often, I see the glass as half-full. With a crack in it. I am usually a quiet, shy person. This is the place where I can be my inner, not-so-quiet self.
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