No news isn’t always good news

The other night my Mom and I were talking on the phone and she kept complaining she was exhausted even from doing nothing while on the beach. She said Pops was trying his best to keep her comfortable but the heat and running around was really getting to her. This morning I had a pleasant phone call from the Jerk (Pops) telling me Mom is in the hospital down there for some treatments. I don’t like it -- that’s she is so far from her regular doctor and of course G is in a panic and wanting to come down there straight away. Mom insists that everything is fine that she’s just over doing it and needs the vitamins and fluids pumped in her body to replenish what she has lost. This might cut Lori and Moms summer of fun in the Gulf with Pops short. PG says running down there to take over isn’t going to help matters, just will be an insult to Mom and Pops, so they stay put. Now, I’m not so sure going to Tunica for a few days is a bright idea, Jacks is all in a lather over it, I think deep down he really misses talking to someone and getting that female perspective on things as he did with Mom. Ever the trooper she wants us to go and enjoy ourselves and if anything happens we will be the first to know, besides we will be about 12 hours closer if something does occur. If I can get Jacks to calm down and assure him things are fine, then the trip is a go, if not, then we can shoot fireworks here at each other like we did as kids.