...a Jet Blue plane, to be exact. I am still one of their loyal customers, who can't see what all the angst is about, but then I didn't have to sit on a plane for ten hours. And hopefully I won't tomorrow night either, when I take the Red Eye from Sac to JFK. I hate the Red Eye, but it's the only direct flight.
I'm going to see Miss B and her boys and help her with them for a week. It is a working week, as I shall be channeling my mother and doing the cooking, etc. Miss B never got the Libby Treatment after giving birth. Her older sister did; in fact, my mother was in the delivery room when her great granddaughter was born. I feel badly that Miss B missed out, so I shall try in my own way to duplicate the Jewish mother thing that my mom did so well. She was always there when you needed her (and sometimes when you didn't!) and she just did, without asking how to or why or when. I think it was part of her sure sense that she always knew what was best for you.
I have spent much time and money in therapy working to get rid of such narcissitic tendencies, so my boundaries are clearer, which may or may not be helpful. We shall see.