One of Gertrud's most obsessive habit is to check the mail. She is more reliable than the post man himself. It drives everyone around her nothing short of crazy. Today was a rainy day and Heinz drove her to her appointments in the morning after which they checked the mail and did some shopping before heading home. I had other errands to run, which I looked after and also needed to get an immunization and bloodwork done after which I went to the mall for a while and had a coffee at my favorite coffee shop. While sipping my coffee I decided to check on my mother and give her a call. Heinz answered the call and was quite worried and upset. He told me that "Mama" as he calls Gertrude, had gone out again.
"She simply put on her blue running shoes and coat and headed up town to check the mail, even though it's pouring rain out. I tried to dissuade her," he complained, "but she just wouldn't listen. She insists that she needs to check the mail in the afternoon since it isn't all sorted until at least 2 pm." He sounded beaten. " I don't know what to do about her. I can't stop her," he said. I told him not to worry, that she probably just likes getting out for the fresh air, which seemed to soothe him a bit, though we both know that she is "postal" as we like to think of her obsessive compulsiveness regarding the mail.
In my own mind though, I think she might have been trying to catch me having coffee when I was supposed to be at her appointment with her. Yes, she needs to check her mail, daily and of course late in the afternoon, but at the same time she likes to keep close track of my comings and goings which sort of makes me feel paranoid.
Then again; just because I'm paranoid, doesn't mean that nobody is following me.
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