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 How sad am I?  My mother went to see her brother in Dublin, VA, which is a 6 hour drive.  My mother falls asleep in a car after about 40 minutes of driving.  She was supposed to call me when she got there.  She planned on leaving at 5:30am.  Now, knowing my mother who rarely leaves on time, I had no doubt that she did not get on the road when planned.  However, it was getting very late and I was getting very worried that I hadn't heard anything from her.  She just called me to say that she got there at 1:00 but forgot to call me. I had been so upset that I chewed her out for not calling before.  I gave her the "dead on the side of the road" speech.  She apologized for scaring me.  It's just wrong that I should be the one that fusses at her mother.  Shouldn't it be the other way around?  Whenever I travel, the first thing that I do when I arrive to my destination is call her and let her know that I am okay.  It was just nerve wracking waiting for that call.  It's also bothering me that I have become such a mother hen that I am mothering my mother.  When did I become that person?  See what happens when you have a day off and no big plans?

BTW, Happy July 4th!  Anyone who plans on being around fireworks tonight, be careful and enjoy!

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What is it about fireworks that makes you feel like a child again?  Even knowing how they are made and remembering which chemicals cause which colors doesn't take away the magic of it all.  I went with my brother to see one of the many displays in this area.  He lives near the park, so we rode bikes over to it.  I was actually nervous, as I have not ridden a bike in years.  Those of you who know me, know that I am in the top 50 clumsiest people alive.  I have many wonder qualities, but grace is not one of them.  Anyway, we rode most of the way, but had to walk a short bit.  We had really great seats for the show, which was really cool except for the nasty burnt sulfur smell that accompanies fireworks.  When it was over and we were heading back to his place, I did manage to hurt myself, as I had feared.  However, it was not while riding the bike.  It was while I was walking.  I tripped myself on the bike and get sort of tangled up.  I scratched myself on the pedal.  I have no idea how I am capable of doing those things, but I am.  Apparently no one else had any idea of how I did it either because I became as interesting as the fireworks had been.  Fortunately, I gave up on being embarrassed a long time ago, so I untangled myself, gave a little bow and tried to catch up with my brother.  Despite my own little show, I really enjoyed the night.  My brother told me that I should come over some time and ride bikes with him, since his now ex-girlfriend moved away and left her bike with him.  I may just tempt fate and do that.