now is the winter of our discontent

[katie]

Sometimes I really think my mother is some sort of bizarre, undiagnosed idiot savant. On a day-to-day basis, she is the Patrice we know and love, alternately amusing us and infuriating us with her antics. She is the Patrice who leaves her purse in a New York City pizza parlor where it is subsequently stolen and the Patrice who is still utterly

Comments

[mathieu524]

maybe the glaucoma made glorious summer of that discontent...

...fuck the son of York...

(yes...I DO realize what I just said...on SO many levels...)

[katie]

Night vision is the first to go.

[anonymous]

Your mother sounds like a very interesting and colorful person. I'd like to meet her. It's too bad you don't appreciate her more.

[katie]

Clearly I wouldn't dedicate an entire journal entry to expounding on her many mysteries if she weren't appreciated.