Back in business, sort of, after hanging out my mom while she was in town. It was a good visit overall, even though I felt like strangling her a few times. I swear, I should never have kids because I know they would turn out to be ungrateful little snots like me — Miss “I’m-so-looking-forward-to-seeing-my-mom-for-the-first-time-in-nearly-two-years -and-showing-her-my-beloved-Boston” who’s also the Mr. Hyde-like Miss “Oh-God-no-she’s-watching-the-’Today’-show-and-if-she-brings-up-the-weather-one-more-time-I’m-going-to-scream.” A lot of the things I’d planned were curtailed because my mother’s not used to walking as much as I am (and I’m a big lazy flump) and/or it might drizzle later so we’d better stay inside and watch the clock tick and talk about what to have for dinner. And the effort to keep her entertained by myself (D. had to work Monday and Tuesday as well as rehearse Tuesday night) was draining (as was, oh yeah, watching the Red Sox till fairly late each night). I hope that I was able to seem more happy and normal and gracious than I felt at times, and that my mother will look back on the trip and remember the Duck Boat tour we took, the nice meals I made (except for the experiment that was Cauliflower-Potato soup, which I’d advise anyone else from trying), the Fogg and Sackler museums, and a daughter that really does love her despite never wanting to move back to Indiana.
Anyway. Whoo Sox! Whoo lunar eclipse! I hope next week I’m saying Whoo Kerry! too.
think the poor soup was unjustly maligned. i had the last of it for lunch today … ok, not the most exotic of all possible meals, but hearty and satisfying. two thumbs up.