Mom’s the Word
I feel as if I’ve spent a great deal of time with Francine, my 95 year-old mother lately and it’s all thanks to my son. A few weeks ago I popped across the country for a visit and to host our 5th annual post-Thanksgiving dinner (yes, we’re Canadian) with him and his college pals. Thankfully this year everything went very smoothly (unlike the first year where in Just TypiKel fashion I almost gave everyone food poisoning).
Anyway, over a glass of the most delicious India Pale Ale, he asked me how the book was going. After admitting that it was on hold of late, he pinned me with a look. A “what the hell are you waiting for?”look. One that I might have given him once or 55 times over the last 22 years.
I’ve never felt so chastened. Thanks H, you were just what I needed.
Since then, I’ve spent a portion of every weekday writing about the extraordinary changes I underwent back in the 1980’s. Yes, I’m fired up.
What’s the premise of this memoir? How I reluctantly signed on for a 4 month summer stint at my mother’s successful Asian antiques store in Vancouver, knowing nothing about Asian antiques and caring for them even less, and ended up staying ten years. It was nothing short of miraculous.
As my two siblings will attest, our dear mother possesses a myriad of personalities. I had to learn to deal with all of them. To say she’s complicated is putting it mildly …
While some days, especially the first two months where I couldn’t sell a damn thing, were sheer hell, the others were a delight. In addition to Francine, there’s plenty to write about, from the quirky customers, to the six overseas buying trips and the wondrous meeting of my future husband.
Before I get back to it today, I thought I’d share some Francine recent gems. She’s recently moved from her apartment into a nearby assisted living residence and it’s been an adjustment.
“Living here surrounded by old people does something to my psyche. I know I need to get out every day and mingle with all ages. I’m thinking of buying an old truck, one that will protect me and keep me safe if some idiot hits me with his car. What do you think?”
Nevermind that she gave up driving almost ten years ago …
“I feel as if I have one more big trip in me. What about a safari in Kenya?”
Enough about Mom’s the word. I’m curious about you. Who keeps you on track? Which relative knocks you sideways with their startling comments? Better yet, have you tried the astonishingly delicious IPA? If you’d care to share, I’d love to hear.