Sunday night Edna says we should talk on the phone Tuesday.
Last night I get a text that she’s feeling headache-y, like she might be coming down with something.
There have been many times where I anticipated communicating with Edna, or spending time with her, but she winds up under the weather. The one time which stands out was July of 2017 when she was going to spend the week with me. I picked her up, she’s feeling ill, doesn’t want to sleep in the guest room, so I set up the back couch for her to sleep. Since she’s feeling ill, she asks that I sleep next to her.
Okay. I keep a good distance between us while catching up with the Giant Robo original video animation (OVA). Once she’s asleep, I get up and go to the master bedroom to sleep since I feel weird about it.
The next morning Edna’s not doing any better, and I wind up having to drive her back home.
A wacky theory may be is that the “universe” doesn’t want us spending too much time together, or being alone at all. So she becomes ill when it’s time to do anything.
I fully appreciate this is magical thinking. Self-aggrandization that my foibles are important enough for the “universe” to interfere. This kind of magical thinking is what contributes to loneliness, thinking everything comes down to luck or fate rather than getting involved with life and happening to the world.
Sometimes it’s best just to think, “Shit happens” and move on with life.