Frankly, I’m starting to worry that Mom is getting too old for all this travel stuff. This morning, she woke up bright and early as always at 6:00 a.m. She had a couple cups of coffee while watching the birds, but no sooner had Dad ambled downstairs than she announced that she was going back to bed. I suppose she thought it was still nighttime because it was rainy, dark and windy outside.
It didn’t last long though.
“There’s too much to do!” she started complaining as soon as the sun came out.
To tell you the truth, I think she brings these things on herself. I mean, she could have asked Ben to mow the grass while she was gone, but noooooo. She says he doesn’t do it right. She says he mows the lawn with all the precision of a Navy barber. She would rather do it herself. And today being Mother’s Day and all, Dad announced that he had plans to “attempt a quiche” for dinner. Mom got this pained look on her face and immediately piped up that she thought she might like to make spanikopita (spinach pie), which Dad suddenly thought was a great idea. More work for Mom.
She was a little bit perturbed, however, that no one noticed the handy new garden cart she bought for herself needed assembly while she was gone. I hate to say this, but I’m not sure which is worse: Mom assembling things by following instructions or Dad assembling things by following instructions.
When Dad assembles things, he always shakes his head a lot and mumbles about things like “poor engineering design” and “design flaws.” Mom says he takes too much time reading directions and not enough time DOING things. And she says he uses all the wrong tools.
When Mom assembles things, she generally complains about the way the instructions are written and says bad words. Only now she’s trying not to say bad words so she says things like “dagnabbit,” “drat it all,” “what in the tarnashun!” and such. But she always pulls out ALL the power tools.
I generally think Mom is better at assembling things because she always had parts left over.
Tonight, Mom is trying to decide what to do with all the souvenirs she brought back from Graceland. She told Dad that she bought them as gifts, but I also see her eyeing her office to try and find room for them all. Honestly, I don’t know what gets into her sometimes.
In the meantime, I hope all you are ready for the coming onslaught of photos she has in store. She apparently took an amazing number of photos when she was “traveling on business.” Tough work that.
Until next time when Mom is tired,
Sophie
Sophie, you are so pretty and sweet. Gee, do you have one small eye like me? You and Sarah are a great support group for Mom!……..Gr. Maurice
Dear Grandma,
My eyes are just fine. Sometimes my allergies bother me and Sarah licks my eyes to make me feel better.
Sorry I was barking while you were talking to Mom on Mother’s Day.
Love,
Sophie