Cherries Cheer Me Up

... Or How It Went With Mum

I admit, pic is from last year - this year they´re even darker, nearly black and oh-so-sweet! But it´s too dark to take a pic now...

Well... So yesterday I passed 5 construction sites to get to my Bro. Five!
Have to find out still why on many parts on the second highway there is suddenly a speedlimit of 80 km/h! 80??? Hello? No apparent reason other than to catch speeders.

We talked for hours about what to reveal to our Mum (see last post), what to keep for another time so it won´t be too much for her.

Bro told me how she will react presumably on certain words and behaviour.

Hence we were rather late, which she couldn´t understand.
We then suggested to go to her apartment instead of staying in the shop.
She got suspicious.
And changed... into a very stubborn 5-year-old.
Played with a piece of paper, stared plain at the table, said nothing.

We told her we´re very worried, that she is very important to us, nothing helped.
We reminded her on how our father had no chance, but that she has. Nothing.
I asked her what she´d do if back then Ingo hadn´t made it and now I would be down to let´s say 45 kg, smoking and being alone, refusing help. We were very close to that scenario... nothing.

Weirdest thing ever - I had a total déjà vu. Crazy. I just knew Bro´s next words and the scenery was familiar. Never have we sat together at that table before, though! How is that happening/working?

When she started to mix our words up, Bro couldn´t take it no longer and left to the balcony.

It took me forever to send that 5-y-o away.
I so understand Homer Simpson now, by the minute Mum went all yellow, wore blue pants and an orange T-Shirt - really, I had to pull myself together like crazy!!!

I got gum bleeding in the efford, how weird.
Ingo said I gnash my teeth at night again (stopped when we moved in together) - stress...

It was the toughest "conversation" I had with my Mum ever.

I got her to talk, I hope she agrees to the big doc-apppointment, I asked her to think it all over.
In the end I could change subject to "normal status", Bro came back, we got a Pizza (well, I got one, ate half and brought the rest home:)



and whilst Bro, who needed to get out a bit, fetched the Pizza, Mum and I looted our good ole Cherry-Tree. It is packed with ripe cherries still!

Hugged, waved good-bye and went to my Bro´s place again.
SIL asked me to come in and sit down and not just speed off.

My! Not so sure there is only one baby inside! Huuuuge belly!
And still 6 weeks to go!!!

I didn´t stay very long though. Those guys live in a village and simply don´t understand that parking space gets really rare after 8pm in my place.

Buuuut, guess what?
A free space was waiting for me - in front of the house!

Well Germany is out now, lost 0:1 against Spain, how sad. Didn´t watch it, but colleagues said the team was all chicken and that´s why they lost. Well, then they didn´t deserve better!

No more vuvuzelas to hear...

Addendum Teamleader/Friend´s girlfriend is a Doc, he interviews her tonight if she has any ideas that could help.
I told him poor Ingo had to listen to it all in detail and he said, "well, he´s there for that, no? Why do we take the efford and endure our partners if not for this? :-))))"

Yips :-)

Talked to Mum on the phone... as if yesterday hadn´t happeden. Good or bad sign?

Addendum 2 - Pizza is not Da Nico... again!!! I cheat! But it´s sooooo yummy and they don´t make it here either (luckily).