Well, some of you who follow me on twitter know that I was busy running around on Saturday getting things in order to apply for a passport. The passport is applied for, and I requested that it be expedited. Funny, because I don't even know if I will go, or if Bob will have to go, but I hate to have decisions made for me by being unprepared.
I know. From the beginning...
About a month ago, Bob was told he might need to go to England for business purposes. I don't want to say the company he works for, only because Bob and I don't want his job to be in jeopardy because someone from the company believes I am being negative, which I don't mean to be. Bob visited on vacation England once many years ago, and he is hoping he will get to go. His job has never called him away before, and the idea that the first and only time it may means he gets to go to England has him hopeful and excited. I kind of hope he gets to go.
The thing is, I don't know if I want to go with him. Don't get me wrong. I would LOVE to visit England, but the thought of leaving mom home alone in the care of a paid stranger while I am an ocean away has me feeling conflicted. Mom wants me to go. I have friends from Church who promised to set up a visiting schedule so that her caretaker would see that she has plenty of visitors and cannot be neglected. (I have had to hire caretakers temporarily on and off years ago when mom was more mobile, and I was working. Some were FANtastic. Others required me to get Hungarian on their @$$.) My husband has a sweet cousin who will pick up any slack in visitors.
My mind goes back and forth. Sometimes I am hopeful I get to go to England. Sometimes I am hopeful Bob gets to go to England, but I believe I should stay home. I guess right now, it doesn't matter, because we are still at "maybe" about whether Bob needs to go or not. And in two weeks, I will have my passport. If he doesn't need to go before then, it will be my decision whether I go or not. Commute? Phone calls? Mom isn't computer literate, so emails are out of the question.
@PeterPollock, our friend @katdish asked me whether I'd be able to wear my pink White Sox cap to England while we were twittering. Would that be cricket? Do they even use that expression anymore? You would know better than me. And please don't advise me to wear a Yankees cap.
@BillyCoffey You asked me last week in my questions post whether I would ever wear a Yankees cap or be a Yankees fan. I am sorry, but here in Cook County, we have an ordinance against born and bred Chicagoans becoming Yankees fans. Violating this ordinance is punishable by having one's birth certificate revokes. Don't think for a minute they wouldn't. And I do need a valid birth certificate to get a passport. So the answer is no. As a law abiding citizen of Cook County, I am not now, nor could I ever become a Yankees fan. I hope you understand...
