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This morning I woke to the sound of a crashing ladder, and a construction worker yelling, “Woah! You alright? You need to go see a doctor man?!”
I went downstairs this morning and found my mother by the fireplace, sitting on the floor and watching the unnatural regularity of the gas-fed flames, hugging her knees and looking really depressed at her mug of coffee.
Mom: “I don’t want to be forty-two today.”
Me: *suddenly remembers what day it is* “… You’re forty-one, mom.”
Mom: “No. I was forty-one yesterday.”
Me: “… Mom, I’m twenty-two. You can’t be forty-two.”
Mom: “No, I was born in ’65.”
Me: “… That means you’re forty-one today.”
Mom: “… … You’re sure?”
Me: “Yes mom.”
Mom: *still looks depressed, sips coffee* “Oh. … I feel a little better now.”
I hope those construction people do finish soon. They’ve been working on the neighbor’s hideous addition for ages now, and Mom can’t seem to make herself ignore it. She kept telling me this morning how she never should have bought our house, how she should have waited till something better came along. … I can’t say I was much better, since I woke up just as depressed about the work situation.
On a slightly more cheery note, the nice Starbucks lady that I was chatting with drew a smiley face for me on my machiatto. :)
I went downstairs this morning and found my mother by the fireplace, sitting on the floor and watching the unnatural regularity of the gas-fed flames, hugging her knees and looking really depressed at her mug of coffee.
Mom: “I don’t want to be forty-two today.”
Me: *suddenly remembers what day it is* “… You’re forty-one, mom.”
Mom: “No. I was forty-one yesterday.”
Me: “… Mom, I’m twenty-two. You can’t be forty-two.”
Mom: “No, I was born in ’65.”
Me: “… That means you’re forty-one today.”
Mom: “… … You’re sure?”
Me: “Yes mom.”
Mom: *still looks depressed, sips coffee* “Oh. … I feel a little better now.”
I hope those construction people do finish soon. They’ve been working on the neighbor’s hideous addition for ages now, and Mom can’t seem to make herself ignore it. She kept telling me this morning how she never should have bought our house, how she should have waited till something better came along. … I can’t say I was much better, since I woke up just as depressed about the work situation.
On a slightly more cheery note, the nice Starbucks lady that I was chatting with drew a smiley face for me on my machiatto. :)