My mommy is in town. She got here last night. She used to live here, in this town where I grew up, but she now lives far, far away. So far, in fact, that she when she does come for a visit, she usually comes for a whole month which is lovely.
I noticed a few things immediately upon seeing her. She's gone much grayer since the last time I saw her, and she really can't hear very well at all.
When people say things like "these things happen to the best of us," the "best of us" part actually refers to my mother. Truly. My mother is the kindest, most gentle, loving woman on the planet. (I suppose it is just one of life's little peccadilloes that this fact also serves as a source of frustration for me, but there it is.)
I picked her up at the airport and brought her to my home (where she is not actually staying while here) and forced her to chat with me while I ate my dinner last night. I also forced my son to make an appearance, and he sat between us at the table watching us conduct our familiar tennis match of a conversation.
At one point, he slumped forward onto the table and rolled his eyes.
"WHAT?" I asked him.
"Well, I can't get a word in edgewise here!" he said "Your conversations are airtight!"
Very funny but he was right, and so I released him to pursue entertainment elsewhere.
I'm sure this visit will provide some good blog fodder, so let this serve as fair warning.
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