I like to spend the day in the garage working on my time machine. I’ve been building it for years, and not making much progress, but I always set aside time on Mother’s Day to try to get it operational.
Let’s face it, now is not the best time for building something so complicated. Because of the stay at home order, it’s difficult to go out for parts and materials. I find a lot of what I need at junkyards and garage sales, and those places are not available to me right now.
Additionally, it’s nearly impossible to find someone willing to meet with me to answer my technical questions. Even if I promise to wear a mask and follow proper social distancing rules, people are not eager to spend time in the company of a stranger to discuss the intricacies of time travel while a pandemic rages.
I’m usually able to get help from Doc Brown, who is the blog’s biggest financial backer, but due to his age and the threat of the Coronavirus, he refuses to spend any time in 2020.
So I am on my own. A creative type, who was always horrible at Science and has no Engineering skills, trying to build a time machine. I know it sounds like an impossible task, but if Trump can become President, anything is possible.
Plus, I’m doing it for a great reason.
You’re probably wondering why I always work on my time machine on Mother’s Day. The answer is simple: My Mom died when I was 3, and I have no memory of her. I’d like to use my time machine to go back and visit her.
That’s the one photo I have of my Mom and me. I keep it someplace that allows me to look at it several times over the course of the day.
Every time I see that picture, so many questions pop into my head. I know so little about the woman looking adoringly at such a tiny version of me.
I thought that the best way to learn about my Mom would be to go directly to the source. Time travel has always been a fascination of mine, and my quest to get to know my Mom has most likely always been the driving force behind that.
I could sit around on Mother’s Day and be sad that my Mom is not alive, or I could spend it doing something constructive.
I choose the latter because I know that is what would make my Mom proud.
I like to daydream about how impressed she’d be if I showed up one day out of the blue, introduced myself, and showed her the device I built to allow me to spend time with her.
No other Mom has ever been able to brag that her child built a time machine, and when she adds that I created it specifically so that I could visit her, she will be the envy of every mother in the world.
Of course, I’d have to come up with a story for why I was visiting. I wouldn’t want to upset Mom by telling her that I never got to know her, and grew up with absolutely no memory of her. I know I’m not supposed to lie to Mom, but in this case, I would put my story telling skills to use because the truth would be far too devastating.
If that’s not the power of positive thinking, I don’t know what is!
Well, I’ve got a long day ahead of me, so I’d better wrap this up and head out to the garage.
Happy Mother’s Day!