Repeat: Phone home!
Does stuff like this ever happen in normal families?
I send mom a text every morn, a little smiley 😊, or a question about her
day or plans, or once in a while…a cleaner rude joke.
She hates my jokes. She sometimes bitches and narks. I don’t care.
I wonder if bitching and carping is a form of love?
It is around here!
Have a great day you stupid buggers!
I text my mom every morning, and she texts me every evening. Just a way to keep in touch and make sure she's doing ok.ReplyDelete
yeah Glen , families ain't what they used to be... in my own , daughter and grands , I'm doing well to see them twice a year and they will not come to my place ... I must go to theirs . Mostly they are to busy anyway . I remember when daughter was still young ( under 30 ) I would set aside a couple hours on a Sat. or Sun. for lunch or shopping ... then gradually the cancellations began ... just distant memories now , PatReplyDelete
I worked with a guy from Chicago for a couple years. He was't happy unless he was grousing about something. If he was quiet, something was wrong. I had never been around anyone that griped that much.ReplyDelete
That only happens on the Hallmark channel or after a few bongloads and some LARP in the faculty lounge.ReplyDelete
Being grateful is up to you and there is still no one coming to save us, not even mom.
Humbly grateful or grumbly hateful is a sign up at Grammaw's countryside place.
In the old days I would phone my mom every day. Wish I could hear her voice one more time.ReplyDelete
Moms been gone for fifteen years, same with dad, I would surely give up ten years of my life to spend a day with them.ReplyDelete
Maybe you guys were lucky to have a Mom; some aren't so much.ReplyDelete
That is an excellent point, A. Apologies if I stepped on your toes in any way...Delete
The women on my mother's side of the family have mostly burned their families to the ground. All divorced, venomous shrews. You can call all you want, if they don't care to answer it doesn't really matter.ReplyDelete
Like that in mine too, DC. They are all woke now and the only way I can take them is either to stay away from them or keep the visits very, very short. I dunno what they get out of busting up their families but whatever it is... it must do the trick for 'em...Delete
My earliest memories of my own dear mother involved her taking care of me. I grew up on a horse farm (American Saddlebred show horses) and Mom was a real athlete. We had a willow tree in the side yard, which I'd climb up and then get stuck. Mom thought nothing of climbing up the tree and hauling me down. I looked at some of the other guys' mothers and instantly knew that none of them were going to climb anything.ReplyDelete
My dad was an orphan, and so we got the understanding that family means everything drilled into us. We were fortunate that my mom made that easy, and after my dad passed, we made sure that her last years were happy and filled up with family. I saw what it looked like for people who don't have this, and it's rough. I never found a girl who had a good relationship with her mother until I met my wife. I don't think the developed world instills that sort of love within families anymore.ReplyDelete
Mom died last Friday. . .Dad 32 years ago. Hope they are talking to each other, sure wish I could. Holiday's are gonna be rough this year.ReplyDelete