Yes, These Are the Two Individuals Who Spawned Me
So it's Sunday (I'm setting the scene for my story here--it's actually Tuesday today). Our power's still out. It's been out for days. We're alive and have running water and a wood stove and a roof over our heads. We've okay, and we're managing. My dad wakes up and goes off to make his rounds. My mom wakes up and gathers all the laundry in the house to take to the laundromat. I wake and make her breakfast and tea before she leaves, at which point I will be left alone in the house to make sure the basement doesn't flood again and that the generator doesn't run out of gas.
An hour or two after my mom leaves, my dad returns, rides the bike for an hour, and then gets his chainsaw ready to go out into the neighborhood to help saw up the branches in people's yards into portions sizable enough for them to then move to the street. Though my dad is chainsaw-happy and loves to saw when he has a chance, his actions stem mostly from good will for and kindness toward others.
Mom left before 7AM to make it to the laundromat to be one of the first there, but it was still so crowded that she doesn't make it home until four or five hours later. She's frazzled, tired, and hungry. Dad arrives home as well, and they exchange information about their days thus far.
Mom's bit of info?
Well, apparently while she was there, so was a late 40s to early 50s year old woman who complained loudly and at length about how someone needed to give up his or her dryer in order for her to use it because the one she was using was taking too long and she needed a better one and it wasn't fair for other people to be using multiple washers and dryers at once and everyone should only be allowed to use one machine at a time and actually nothing at all was fair for her she hadn't had any electricity for ages and she'd suffered the most and the longest.
And my mom at this point?
Slowclapped.
She freakin' slowclapped, and a couple of other people even joined in with her.
And one of the women working at the laundromat even congratulated her afterward.
So my mom relates this story, and my dad and I are laughing our asses off, but exchanging startled looks of awe at the same time.
And I ask, "So you mean to say, Mom...that while Dad was out doing charitable work in the neighborhood...you were slowclapping some bitchy woman at the laundromat?"
At which point she growled at me and flipped me off.
But that was because I had barely finished my sentence before I started guffawing uproariously again.
I think from these kinds of stories about my parentage it is quite explanatory for the way I turned out. Sheesh.
P.S.
I have an interview with JET in Nashville on the 24th! Yay!!
An hour or two after my mom leaves, my dad returns, rides the bike for an hour, and then gets his chainsaw ready to go out into the neighborhood to help saw up the branches in people's yards into portions sizable enough for them to then move to the street. Though my dad is chainsaw-happy and loves to saw when he has a chance, his actions stem mostly from good will for and kindness toward others.
Mom left before 7AM to make it to the laundromat to be one of the first there, but it was still so crowded that she doesn't make it home until four or five hours later. She's frazzled, tired, and hungry. Dad arrives home as well, and they exchange information about their days thus far.
Mom's bit of info?
Well, apparently while she was there, so was a late 40s to early 50s year old woman who complained loudly and at length about how someone needed to give up his or her dryer in order for her to use it because the one she was using was taking too long and she needed a better one and it wasn't fair for other people to be using multiple washers and dryers at once and everyone should only be allowed to use one machine at a time and actually nothing at all was fair for her she hadn't had any electricity for ages and she'd suffered the most and the longest.
And my mom at this point?
Slowclapped.
She freakin' slowclapped, and a couple of other people even joined in with her.
And one of the women working at the laundromat even congratulated her afterward.
So my mom relates this story, and my dad and I are laughing our asses off, but exchanging startled looks of awe at the same time.
And I ask, "So you mean to say, Mom...that while Dad was out doing charitable work in the neighborhood...you were slowclapping some bitchy woman at the laundromat?"
At which point she growled at me and flipped me off.
But that was because I had barely finished my sentence before I started guffawing uproariously again.
I think from these kinds of stories about my parentage it is quite explanatory for the way I turned out. Sheesh.
P.S.
I have an interview with JET in Nashville on the 24th! Yay!!