You Know You're Getting Old When...

As reported, we had some nasty weather here in Chicago, but not as scary as we had expected.  My son wanted to go play basketball with some friends, so reluctantly, I took him to the recreational center and left.  I knew the storm was coming, but it was still pretty sunny out, a little windy, but warm.  I decided to run some errands but stay close, just in case I needed to get there fast.  I called him about 30 minutes later when it was looking a little darker, and feeling a little windier and chillier.  "No Mom, I do not want you to come.  It's fine here".  I stopped by to visit my mom and of course within 30 minutes the call came.  "Uh, Mom...yeah, I'm gonna need you to come get me because they're closing the rec".  I was there in less than ten minutes and it was getting darker, but still no rain.  I tried to snap some pictures while sitting at a red light but I couldn't get a good shot.  The clouds were in a cool (weird) formation and I wanted it on camera, however I didn't want to stop because getting my son was top priority.  So I get there, get him, then pull into a parking space.  "MOM, what are you doing?  Taking a picture of what?  Clouds?  Will you please get in the car?  This is so embarrassing! Nobody else's mom does this!  Taking pictures of clouds!"

See, the first question he should have asked would have kept him from needing to ask the others.  The first question should have been "Does my mother give a rat's rear end what any other mothers are doing at this moment?"  He could then have answered himself with a resounding "No!"  I'm thinking he would have saved himself a lot of frustration, or at  least the energy expended during his pouting and puffing session.  I remember the last time I asked him to take a picture for me, and I NEVER saw that picture.  From now on, I'm not leaving it to chance, or in this case, my teenage son.  I know I'm getting old because the mere act of breathing on certain days is a source of great embarrassment and anxiety for him.  When I was younger, and he was younger--I was funny and cool.  Now I'm just a weird lady who takes too many pictures and talks about blogging.  "MOM, please don't blog.  Whatever you do, please do not blog.  You do not need to do that.  You are not funny."  I just sent him out of the room with the promise of a late-night milkshake run in 30 minutes, just so I can finish this post.  He doesn't know I'm blogging.  He'll be mortified when he finds out.

Back to my pictures.  I think it's interesting how the sea and the sky look the same when they are disturbed.  

Interesting and embarrassing!