And peace again

FIL is home. He seems somewhat ready to accept a change of lifestyle in order to, well, live.
My family all home. Final drama at the airport when we are getting Mom's luggage on the cart and Conor on the cart and Rob says, "Uh, Jude, your Mom's doing a Rain Man." And sure enough, she had taken off on us, going fast, towards the building in front of the airport rather than the airport itself.
The weirdest thing is, I got so anxious to make sure she actually got on the plane instead of wandering off someplace again that I got an escort pass and actually hussled her on through before everybody else could say goodbye. I noted to Rob that it is disturbing to me that the more my Mom's weirdness makes me anxious, the more I become like her. At which point he started talking like Yoda, something about taking part in the dark side. Tomorrow I'm hiding all his Star Wars DVDs.
Tonight we just cuddled up on the couch and watched 30 Days. Have you caught that show? It's created by Morgan Spurlock, the guy who made Supersize Me. The premise of the show is that people enter the world of others unlike them for 30 days. We've seen Morgan and his fiance become minimum and low-wage earners, a Christian live among Muslims, heavy consumers living on an environmentally conscious commune, a guy who tries an anti-aging method and tonight, a straight guy living in San Francisco's gayest neighborhood. It does not aim for extremes like other reality shows. Rather it serves as a way to help to understand commonalities among differences and to let go of stereotypes we sometimes have.