| 20 march 2001 New lid is up! Go get your poetry fix.
| mom's coming to visit!
My mom is coming to Winston-Salem on Friday! All hail Mom! Thus, the spring cleaning. I like it when Mom comes to visit. Everyone does; she's nice. I'm especially excited about this visit, because she finally gets to meet Wilma! All seven-pounds-of-hearty-snacking Wilma. At last, Mom will witness, first-hand, the embodiment of spoiled rotten cat. I'm the same daughter to whom she used to administer medicine when some cat would swell my eyes shut, so she is still somewhat puzzled over Princess Wilma's rule in my home. She will quickly understand as soon as she walks in the door, when Wilma drops to the floor and rolls over, paws awry. You must be new around here. Rub my belly. Roast beef is in the fridge. This will be a good vacation for Mom. She visited Kelli in Boca Raton a couple of months ago, where it was summertime in comparison to Indiana's winter misery. Now, Mom gets to experience spring in Winston-Salem. No one is running around in flip-flops or playing beach volleyball, but it's nonetheless pretty darn nice. We're more take a load off than WOOOOOO-HOOOOOOO! . Winston-Salem is a hub for us eclectic art and writer types, and Mom likes that just fine. She's not one to look funny at your funny hair. Take, for example, an incident that occurred a few years ago. Mom and I walked into the coffeehouse, and were greeted by Chris. I offhandedly asked when Chris dyed his hair blue. He said yesterday. I said that I liked it. We paid for our coffee and sat down among friends. Well, Mom got a big kick out of that. Her left-of-center kid gets to live in a friendly town with a bunch of people who, if they are not like her, like her anyway. We take it all in stride. Want to stick a bone through your nose? Great, we might notice--in a week or so. In fact, I know a nice guy who will do it for you down on Peters Creek Parkway. So, as Mom packs her suitcase this week, I ought to remind her of a couple of things. First, don't forget your jacket! Don't want you catching pneumonia in a stiff wind. Bring your appetite! There are several of us who will make sure you eat right, and I hope you're up for some eggplant parmesan. And bring your sunblock and sunglasses. Don't want to send you home all pink. Be careful. And wash your hands! You don't know who's been touching those bathroom doorknobs. I guess I'd better get back to spring cleaning. Wilma has left her clothes all over the place. Drinking glasses everywhere. Uh, yeah...it was Wilma. |
