Thursday, February 01, 2007
No fighting here
I called my parents the other night to see how they were doing. Beanie told me a few days ago that Mom is excited about my visit. Dad told me the same thing when I talked to him to see how he was doing. Mom was mopping the floor at the time so Dad and I chatted about his medication and his recent hospital stay. He said he was doing better and that he had just taken his pain pills. Mom finished mopping the kitchen floor (at 9 p.m.) and got on the phone.
"I can't find the Scrabble board."
"Do you still have one?" I asked.
"Yes, but who knows where it could be."
"You could ask Carol or Beanie and see if they have one you could borrow."
"They wouldn't have it. They're not interested but I'll get one and beat you when you get here. You're the only one who gives me a run for my money."
I laughed. "Mom, I'm going to beat the pants off you."
"You'd better eat a few more potatoes first."
"I don't eat pototoes. Too many carbs."
"Better start now. You're going to need them."
"How about we play for a penny a point?" I asked. "That way I can afford the gas to get home and a new car."
"Okay, but you'd better bring your check book. You're going to be paying me."
The conversation went on like this for a few more minutes before she dropped the bomb. "I can't wait for you to get here. I haven't had a good argument in a long time."
"I'm not going to argue with you, Mom."
"You will. You always do."
"Not this time, Mom."
"You're the only one who ever gave me any competition. I'm going to enjoy arguing with you. None of the rest of them argue with me."
"Not going to happen, Mom. You'll have to content yourself with losing at Scrabble."
"Bring that atheist book you told me about. That should give us something to argue about."
I sighed. "Sure, Mom."
"Vir-gin-i-a-," Dad called. "Are you going to leave this mop bucket out all night?"
"I just might. Why don't you take it out if you're so worried about it?"
I said my goodbyes and hung up.
Nope. I'm not going to argue with her no matter what she says, but I will beat the pants off her in Scrabble. I've learned a few words since I left Ohio five years ago. I've also learned how to keep my mouth shut and let the words do the work.