Momma

I just wanted to tell you...
I was thinking of the time we went for a road trip in the Pace Arrow motor home. To Zion National Park, I think.

We were driving through the desert,
in Arizona,
in traffic,
in a heatwave.

The motor home was overheating, so Dad was forced to turn off the air conditioning. One by one, we all began to come to the conclusion, that we were going to die. And as temperature continued to rise, we all began to come to the conclusion, that we would welcome death.

In my daze (created by a combination of heat-exhaustion and gingersnap consumption), I turned towards you for assistance. But you just were standing at the sink, and on the counter top you had all of our beach towels stacked, one on top of the other. You proceeded to soak them under the faucet.

I thought you had lost it; that you had mistaken the towels for pasta and were preparing for dinner. Then you took the stack of soaked towels, placed them in the freezer, walked back to the front of the motor home, and re-stationed yourself in the passenger's seat.

At that point, I believe I lost consciousness for about an hour. I awoke to the sensation of snowflakes engulfing my tiny head, and opened my eyes to darkness. I thought,

"So this is what death is like. How unexpected."

As my delusion began to wear off, I realized that I wasn't dead, but rather, being covered by a towel. A big frozen beach towel. It was the greatest feeling of relief that I have ever felt; and still is to this day. I peeked through from under my ice-shield of comfort, and saw the other four kids blanketed by frozen towels. And at the driver's and passenger's seats sat you and Dad, and your frozen towels/turbans.

NICE MOVE, MOM!

I still use that move. You will even see my dogs walking around with capes made of frozen towels on those hot LA days that we have been frequenting.

Ok, I just wanted to tell you I was thinking about you and all the awesome things you invent.
I love you.