{"id":21,"date":"2018-09-08T03:54:07","date_gmt":"2018-09-08T03:54:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/worldwidewebbie.com\/wordsbyweb\/?p=21"},"modified":"2019-08-18T04:14:02","modified_gmt":"2019-08-18T04:14:02","slug":"yes-we-have-no-ice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/worldwidewebbie.com\/wordsbyweb\/uncategorized\/yes-we-have-no-ice\/09\/08\/2018\/","title":{"rendered":"Yes, We Have No Ice."},"content":{"rendered":"

It was Friday. a Blissful, gleeful Bastille day kicking off a long Labor Day Weekend. It was the culmination of a disastrous few weeks. It was a sign that the many fires in my life, both literal and figurative, were back to simmer and I could look forward to a quick get away before 100 things demanded my immediate and undivided attention again.<\/p>\n

\"\"I tossed my work bag into my favorite chair, marched upstairs and stripped out of my sweaty, overly warm office attire, welcoming the familiar cargo shorts and tank. I took a minute to snuggle the cat who climbs my leg anytime I stand still, insisting on some cradling before I do another single thing.<\/p>\n

Already feeling the freedom, I headed to the kitchen to fuel my caffeine laced corn syrup addiction. I rinsed my over used thermal cup and reached into the freezer for an ice refill, humming to myself and thinking about things I would get done in all the “free” weekend time. I stopped cold when there was not only no ice in the freezer, but the apparatus was suspiciously missing as well.<\/p>\n

Spying the ice bucket next to the sink, I called, \u201cMom? What happened to the ice in the freezer?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d she said, genuine puzzlement in her voice, \u201cBut, that reminds me, I found a puddle of water in front of it this morning after you left.\u201d Now her tone gained a slightly accusing edge. \u201cI cleaned it up so it wouldn\u2019t hurt the wood floor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen,\u201d she continued, working up a good admonishment, \u201cI found a bunch of water in that bucket thingie too. That\u2019s where the\u00a0water was dripping onto my floors from! But, no. No, I haven\u2019t seen your ice.\u201d\"\"<\/p>\n

I rounded the corner between the fridge and mom\u2019s sitting room so I could meet her eyes.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

\u201cMom,\u201d I said, biting back my temper and choosing gentle tones and simple words, \u201cIce\u00a0becomes water when it melts.\u201d\u00a0I carefully watched her absorb that concept before I continued. She looked back at me expectantly, according to our unspoken agreement, letting me know she was ready for the next piece:\u00a0\u201cMom, ice doesn\u2019t melt into water in a working freezer.\u201d<\/p>\n

There were several moments of silence before the small, \u201cOh. No. I guess it probably doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then, even smaller, \u201cThis is the kind of thing that made your father want to strangle me, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Completely out of options, I burst into uproarious laughter, hugged my sweet, oblivious mother, and assured her that she was quite correct. It took another moment before she had to laugh too.<\/p>\n

Because it\u2019s not the Alzheimer\u2019s this time. It is a mechanical connection that she, in her focus on keeping our happy home, would never have made at any point in her life. Mom\u2019s a dreamer, a creator, a forest fairy, flitting through a life just adjacent to ours. So, in that moment, we both knew that in this round at least, the monster stalking my mother\u2019s mind definitively lost.<\/p>\n

This? This is just Life With Mom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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