I'm home home this weekend. Being home home means being exposed to Mother's crazy up close. She's been on a working-out kick, one that I fully support, to the point of uncharacteristic dedication. When I mentioned that I'd need to borrow Mother's car in the early morning for the Bo's annual Common Good Day, she said that she wanted the car to go to the gym. The way I saw it, the options were:
A. I'd borrow the car for the morning and Mother could go to the gym in the afternoon.
B. Mother would drop me off at 8:30AM and go off to the gym, then pick me up when this was all over.
C. I'd borrow Father's car, or get dropped off by Father, or some other variation thereof.
But Mother chose Hidden Option X. "Go to the gym with Mother at 7:00AM, work out for an hour, shower, then go to Common Good Day, spending the morning picking up trash, planting daffodils, and getting sweaty all over again." Because she saw that as the most logical option.
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