Not My Mother

I don’t want to be like my mother and I strive not to be.  I grew up feeling like I was an inconvenience to her.  I don’t know if she even loved me.  When I needed a hug, I would walk to the bus stop and wait for Daddy.  He always smiled when he saw me and he gave me a hug.  I wish he hadn’t died so young.  I miss him.  He wasn’t the best Father, but, you know, I knew he loved me.

We are having some weather here.  Maude was too far away when the rain started, but she came home when it let up.  We were without power for 4 1/2 hours.  I was going to make roasted red potatoes and asparagus, but I have an electric range here, which I am still getting used.  We wound up having hot dogs on the grill.  They were really good.  About once or twice a year, I crave hot dogs so we were lucky.  Neither of us felt like going out.

wavy socksMy socks are coming along nicely.  I didn’t have time to work on them today.  We had to go shopping and drop stuff off at Good Will.  Just as I was getting the potatoes out, the power went down.  Afterward, there wasn’t enough light.  Doug has a great flashlight with rechargeable batteries, but I am used to working under an Ott light.  I tried winding some yarn, but I couldn’t even do that right.

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One Response to “Not My Mother”

  1. Christine Says:

    I wouldn’t like blue either! For me it is O.K. to be somewhat like my mom. While she wasn’t physically affectionate, she fought for us kids. She was always there and would listen to me and I always knew I could count on her. Even though she can be a misery at times…I am lucky to have her.

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