Let’s Not and Say We Did
The big old sun just set directly out of my window – helps me figure out east from west at least. But it’s Friday night and well – the agenda is loose and must the IPOD be playing – “If loving you is wrong?” Good lord it’s like some comedy show around here.
Meanwhile, mom and the spa – what can I say – she got a manicure and pedicure yesterday in preparation for going to our mother and daughter spa day – shaking my head right now. She’s very worried about S and now she’s very worried about me. Best to relieve her of at least one of these worries. We went across the street and sat in the courtyard and had a nice lunch. And I on my new program, went by the store on the way home and bought some seasoning to put on a pot of red beans. I put half a cow in the pot with the beans and now the smell is yummy.
The verdict came in yesterday as I tallied up the emails and voicemails that I am a nutball. So I attempted to address the issue but don’t know if there is any escaping the nuttiness. It might be permanent. IM from R in Chicago – said he reads my blog and thinks it’s all sad. Easy for him who writes humor so fluidly – I always wrote tragedy and he knows that having read enough of my writing through the years. My own mother chimed in saying I can’t tell you anything because you’re my daughter and I love you and I said well act like I’m not your daughter and without skipping a beat she said you are acting like a nut. I mean when your own mother speaks up it gives a girl pause. At lunch she got all teary eyed about S and I realized how much of a strain on her both of her daughters are right now when we should have outgrown burdening her.
Spoke with N who is back at the camp trying to decide what to paint the claws foot tub – yellow or blue – hard to say – I suggested red. She said that UNO is still trying to figure out the way and still struggling to figure that out. The guy who massaged me today said that when he first came back it took him two months to figure out how to give a massage because everything was different – the aches his customers complained of – his ability to identify problems in their bodies – he too is trying to renovate a house and wants to beat his head against a wall. Sheetrock double the price. Subs impossible to get and hold onto. Just unadulterated nuttiness.
So we’re all in this swirling pot together. Smell the red beans on the stove so have to get going.