April 5, 2005

• LEMON JOY

  
  

  My mom lives with me…she has Parkinson Syndrome and takes a lot of medication.  In her heyday she was not the nicest of people.  She was very controlling, nosey to say the least (rifled through everything of mine-nothing was private) and I could go on for ever. There were things about her that I did like a bit but liking and loving are two different emotions…she is my mom and I love her…she makes me nutzzz…well Monday I work at home and do as many errands as I can…Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday my shift is split up and I have a long ride…I go to the bank and am gone maybe a half hour…ran to the food store for a few things and then rushing home to work on paperwork for my boss and a manuscript I am compiling for the new department…she is in the kitchen cutting the tips off ALL my artichokes…I freak…(wrong reaction I know…I’m trying) now I’m arguing with her over the fact I don’t want to make them and she is saying she is doing me a favor and I am blahblah I wanted to do them Thursday night and she is picking what I do again and she is saying they will be fine and I am saying they will wilt and back and forth and louder and my blood pressure is raising and I hear a new voice…saying…WAIT…take a deep breath and calm down…they are shot to hell anyway…your throwing them out…use them to your advantage…I take all the ingredients out…get a pot for her…and say “here…you started it…you finish it I have to work” she is like “but my stories (those ass nine soaps) are on” and I say…I need my kitchen by dinner time and you started a big project here…I have to work…have fun”…I leave the room silently praying the mess isn’t too big…five hours later…she is so exhausted…the kitchen smells like I could kill a dozen vampires the garlic is all over smashed on my seats and the floor and the counters and the table…I smile lift the pot and ask her how much water (she asks for way too much I say nothing and do as she requests) I smile and thank her and tell her they look great and thanks again…the lesson isn’t about the mess I have to clean…the lesson isn’t about the fact that they will never be eaten and the thorns are still on most and the tops aren’t cut and they weren’t banged open…the lesson for her is you can’t control…she says softly is the mess bad (I am thinking YOU THINK) and say no…I clean it while she is at the stove doing her thing with the olive oil…they are simmering and as time goes on the smell is weird…I lift the lid in time to see the explosion of bubbles come pouring out the top…at this point Shining Silk has come over for a cup of coffee and to take Tere’ to work for me since I have a telephone appointment…it smells like soap…she points at Silky (poor dear in the range of fire and my mom has never taken the responsibility for anything) she did this…(Silky had come for lasagna the night before and did more than her share of cleaning which included the pot mom was now using)…mom continues…she didn’t rinse the pot right…(like that happened…she is capable of rinsing a pot…)…many hours later it hits Silky and I…the lemon joy was next to the olive oil…both yellow…Dear Lord…that soap was half full now it is only one-quarter full…mom sprinkled the top of the artichokes with lemon joy…we were hysterical…the garbage bag was quite full and the pot cleaned up very easily…mom says to me that night (by the way I never told her…no need for a fight…lesson was about controlling and she will only deny it…and it was so funny anyway)…she says at like 10:30pm I’m exhausted (she stays up usually until after 2am watching television)…she says I’m going to bed…she is still sleeping and it is 7:35am…usually she is up again…she sleeps in spurts…I would guess that she’ll think twice about deciding what my day will be like…maybe next week I’ll buy artichokes again..I have lost my desire for them right now and bet mom did too…giggles…have a great day…sorry I haven’t visited…I had no computer for a while and still can’t check my email…wonder what is in there…blasted computer…huggs…Sassy

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