My mother controls the weather. Not in a mad-scientist-underground-laboratory-with-hunchbacked-assistant kind of way, and not even in a Gaia-Demeter-Mother-Earth kind of way. No, my Sainted Mother is simply a magnet for natural disasters. If she boards a flight, a thunderstorm will form unexpectedly around the plane. If she visits a foreign country, a tsunami will overwhelm the hotel she was staying at about a week after she leaves. After she retired and started spending more time at home, she caused an earthquake, a tornado, and a hurricane all within a one week period. I’m not kidding or exaggerating about any of this.
She’s currently in Hawaii. The last time she went there, she caused torrential rain and mudslides, and I think that was the time that the plane behind hers got struck by lightning and had to make an emergency landing. So it was no surprise to me to get a call from her informing me that she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to make the next leg of her journey because weather conditions had gotten so bad out there that the governor had declared her island a disaster area! Her power is only getting more potent with time.
My Sainted Mother likes to send her daughters the itinerary of her trips before she goes so that we’ll be able to get in touch with her at every stage of the journey. I’ve explained the concept of cell phones to her, but what can you do. I’ve come to value these itineraries, though, as a sort of warning for what places to avoid and when. I’m thinking of posting them on this blog as a public service, so that the areas she’s traveling to can take proper precautions and lay in supplies. Sainted Mother, I beg of you, use your powers for good! Until then, if you see black helicopters circling overhead as you take your next cruise, you have only yourself to blame. Also, for anyone traveling with my mother, remember to pack your umbrella. And your first aid kit. And an inflatable life vest. Just in case.