Again! from my mother! The Diva:
FYI The winner of Miss America played a red plastic cup for her talent
Which means Miss Ohio and her puppet were ROBBED.
From my mother, The Diva:
That Toaster strudel boy has mental issues Have u seem that commercial ?
“Last night, at dinner,” said my mother, The Diva, “I found out what ‘t-bagging is.”
I had to look away from her.
She continued. “I am really growing.” She said with a giggle.
As you see, it’s been hard to get online these days.
Text I just for from my mother:
I have been having these vivid dreams every night. Last night I had sex with Robin Williams in Paris
My father never had any fashion sense.
He did have a classic engineer look about him. Even in his days off or family vacations, he’d still wear the button down Oxford type shirts. Pens in his front pocket were a given no matter the season. In the summer, he would migrate to short-sleeve button down shirts, accented by his cut-off blue jeans and always, always black socks with tennis shoes.
I thought back in the day, he was doing it just to embarrass me for life.
I mean, really, how hard is it to know that black socks should never been worn with tennis shoes?
I was tormented.
It turns out that his wardrobe knew no seasonality, year after year. He just wasn’t wired to care about things that were important to the next person. I was thinking about this the other day, as I watched a group of older men, sitting in a coffee shop, as if they owned the place. In my mind, I knew these old men met there daily. It was their retirement dream. A few of these old men were rocking the black socks and Velcro tennis shoe look.
And I was sad for these simple things, like enjoying retirement, that my father was robbed of.
Of days like that, of a simple life, and so much more. My father was robbed of turning into a old man. Of wandering around his house with his bathrobe and slippers all day long. Of knowing grandchildren. Of seeing the nieces and nephews become adults. He was robbed of watching his children’s life change.
And of continually embarrassing his children, because no matter how old you get, your parents can still embarrass you. (He’d be proud to know my mother is handling that job on her own very well, by the way).
There are so many things and ordinary days we take for granted in life. I guess we never know until they’re gone how so very unordinary these days really are.
As for me, I know whenever I see black socks in the summer, I’ll think of my father and either smile or cry. Or maybe a bit of both. Because, you’ve met me.
So – it’s been awhile.
Since I was last writing here, my car got t-boned. With me and my pups in the car.
The airbags went off.
My engine crushed.
It was totaled.
I went to the ER and follow-up doctor appointments. I have a brace on my wrist. Bruises for days. It hurts to breath. I have water on the knee from the swelling and two dogs that are very clingy since the accident.
Good news is that they seem ok.
It was an awful accident, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon when the last thing on my mind was getting hit.
My car was towed to some insurance auction yard (without my knowledge). Stuff was missing when I finally tracked down my car.
But the accident could have been so much worse. All of it could have been. It’s amazing how things can change in a matter of seconds.
On a good news front, my mother is totally fine from her surgery.
And the summer, though the weather is mild, the days have been busy and beautiful.
More soon… as soon as my wrist stops hurting.
“My tests,” said my mother, “all came back normal.”
And with a sigh, added, “I’m not sure I like being ‘normal.’”
I laughed. “There is nothing normal about you. No worries there.”