DendriticSnow of Celeste

I crawled into bed last night, very happy to be at home in my own bed, and looking forward to sleeping a long time. At 2:30 my phone rang and jolted me awake. It was my mother's number. First it was a regular call, then she pushed the button for Facetime as I was saying "Hello? Hello?" I thought I heard her in the background saying she hadn't meant to do that, but she couldn't hear me. After the call ended, the Sparrowhawk looked at his phone, and said she had called his number too. I haven't been able to call her on her cell phone lately, because it goes straight to voicemail, and then she doesn't call back. I think she may have pushed a button that put the phone in "Do Not Disturb" mode. I thought she was probably fine, but I didn't want to ignore this, so I called the staff where she lives and asked them to go check on her. One of the good things about this place is that there's always a care supervisor on duty, and they will always go and check if you need them to! They reported that she was fine. However, after that I was not fine and couldn't go back to sleep, as all the anxiety monsters took the opportunity to come out of the closet and frolic. So much for getting a good night's sleep.

I was up for a couple of hours, and then I did go back to bed, and ended up sleeping late. When I woke up, more snow had fallen. The Sparrowhawk kindly shoveled out the driveway so I could get ready to go downtown and get my mammogram. The weather persons in the wee hours had predicted a slippery commute, but by the time I was on a main street, everything was nice and clear. The mammogram was fine too, which is what I expected. I have to get the special tomographic kind ever since someone noticed a spot on one breast. They always end up saying it's nothing, but last time, they scared themselves by taking pictures at a slightly different angle that made it look as if the spot was growing. So they took a whole raft of different pictures and decided whew, no, it's really still the same size. But because of this, I now have to get them every six months. It's really a complete waste of time, but I indulge them, because I don't want to take chances. That's how they get ya. The "Cancer Pavilion" as it is so delightfully named, is nice, new, and modern, and all the staff is super nice to you. But it's still a sad place because I see so many other people there who aren't as lucky as I am. I spend my time in the waiting room praying/wishing for everyone there to be well. It's probably futile, but such is my intention.

I finally got hold of my mother, and learned that she had "just been trying to plug the phone in" and didn't mean to call anyone. Ah, yes--but why at 2:30 in the morning?? We'll never know. I finally got out for a walk, just before sunset, as the sun was blazing in pale gold on the horizon, and lighting up all the snow-covered branches. It was freezing cold, but it felt good to get out in the fresh air and enjoy the light.