I got a call from my mom this morning at around 8:45. It sure was nice to finally hear from her. She was following up on the phone tag we’ve been playing since Thursday. Knowing that she was going to be “reading” at her church, I was quite surprised to hear from her, and I mentioned as much. (FYI: Being a “reader” for a Christian Science church is roughly the equivalent of serving as a pastor in some other denomination. Without one, there’s just a bunch of nicely dressed people standing around a building on Sunday mornings.)
“Oh, we’re just sitting around, waiting for our Sunday morning radio program to come on at eight, before I go read at church,” she began.
“Eight.” I repeated, scratching the itch to do the math in my head. “Eight? Do you realize that you’ve already missed it?”
“Oh, shit!” she metered, “I-I’ve got to talk to you later.”
“Yup.”
*click*
It sure was nice to hear from Mom this morning. Of course, the image of a bunch of nicely dressed people standing around their church, wondering where the hell she is, is a pretty good one, too.
