So, for some reason, over the last week or two I have had an inordinate number of things I wanted to call my mom about. Of course, I can't do that, and that's one of the worst parts of not having her anymore, but it's also weird because normally, these days anyway, I go through the day just fine without wanting to tell her about something. I don't know what set it off, but for some reason I've thought "I should call mom about that" a lot the last week or so.
I think it all started with Costco (where I haven't been in a while).
Did you know they sell organic pretty-much-everything now?
update: I went out to get my first box-o-veggies from the farm and as I was driving through the rolling country hills, I thought of where I grew up. Then, on my way back, I was going almost exactly the speed limit (55--which, for the first time ever, I think is too fast) and as I went over a little hill my stomach did that roller-coaster thing, and I really wanted to tell mom about how it was like the big"roller coaster hills" that are on the way to grandma's house. Those are awesome. We used to coast down, then let g-forces do their work as we hit the bottom and started up the next one. Scott and I would squeal with glee, seriously. I did a little squealing myself, yes with glee, as I returned from the farm...