The other day, I was talking about how we found two more mermaids right as we come to the end of our Norfolk experience. I closed that blog post by saying, I’d like to find a few more before it was all said and done.
Not four days later, I learn of yet another mermaid.
I was talking with my dad about how we’d been spending our time since the girls have been out of school. I told him about the mermaids we found and he says, like he’s reminding me of my own name, “There’s a mermaid right over there where your mother is.”
Wait, what?
My mom had her surgery last Monday and we went to see her at the hospital. I knew that there was a mermaid over there. We nabbed that one a few months ago, actually. Last Thursday, Mom left the hospital to recuperate at a transitional/rehabilitation facility. We left to go out of town before she made the switch, so I’ve not been by to see her new digs. The girls and I surprised her with a visit yesterday and lo and behold! There’s a mermaid in the courtyard where Mom is doing her rehab.
This whole turn of events — wanting to see more mermaids, finding out about another mermaid — got me to thinking. What’ll happen if I say, “I really hope someone leaves a large bag of money (preferably twenties) on my front porch before we leave.”
If you need me, I’ll be sitting on the front porch.
