My mom has been really funny lately. I can't really explain it, but she has been delightful. She's 89 years young. She'll be 90 in January. She lives in her own home, has a great social life, and gets along mighty well, thank you very much. Sure, she's elderly, but heck, so am I these days....
Anyway, the last several days when I've phoned her, she has just cracked me up. It's totally unexplainable, but I'll accept it as the gift it is...she told my sister yesterday, "Hey! I'm funnier than Debbie!" Nice... :)
Yesterday she gave me a blow-by-blow account about chasing Cheerios around her cereal bowl. It was the most detailed account of a cereal encounter I'd ever heard. I'll give you the highlights because they're stuck in my memory forever:
"Debbie, have you ever eaten Cheerios?"
"Well Mom, in 53 years, I'm pretty certain a bowl has sneaked into my experience at some point."
"Have you noticed how hard it is to get the last few remaining Cheerios out of the milk and onto your spoon? They're awful. They just float and dodge and slip off. You can chase them around all morning and still not get 'em. You can try mashin' 'em against the back of the spoon but even that's not enough sometimes. And then, THEN, I found one on the carpet right next to my foot and thought to myself 'how the hell did THAT happen' I couldn't even get it onto the spoon but that one managed to jump out of the bowl and land on the carpet? I was so mad at that Cheerio, I slammed the bottom of my cane down on top of it and said, 'heck if YOU go anywhere else!"
At this point I was laughing so hard and I said to Mom, "Hahaha, oh mom, we're like Abbot and Costello and she said, "Are you calling me fat?" I stuttered out my answer but then she broke into louder laughter at my discomfort and then we both were laughing at each other. It's been like this all week. An absolute gift.
I love you Mom.