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And speaking of mothers, mine gave me quite a start yesterday. I was sitting in my office, minding my own beeswax, when the main line rang. Since the receptionist was out to lunch, I cover the phones. I glanced at the Caller I.D. when I picked up the handset and wondered who would be calling from Vermont. It was my mother!!! Some background here - my mother never, NEVER calls us. We call her. She will want to hear from us but, instead of picking up the phone and calling, she stares at her phone and wills us to call. And, since we have been trained from birth, we do her bidding. Having her call me and call me at work made my heart lurch. Turns out, she wanted to make sure it was okay that her doctor's appointment (to which I was acting as chauffeur) was on a Monday. This is one of the appointments that is out of town for them, so I take the day off and drive them to and from the appointment. My father is not allowed to drive out of town under threat of bodily harm. Once I recovered from the shock that she called me at work, I assured her that it was fine and hung up. I am glad to know that my blood pressure, heart rate and emotional resilience are flexible and intact.