My mom is going in for her second hip surgery next week. Something about having my own solid mom needing to go through surgeries make me sentimental toward her and a little mixed up about myself all at the same time. I find myself repeating her and hearing her expressions in everything I do. This morning on the way to school, one of the kids suggested I go ahead and pull out on to the highway. They figured I had plenty of time to beat the semi that was barrelling down the road. I said without thinking, "No way, that would be the end of Solomon Grundy" Who was Solomon Grundy? I don't know. Mom used to say that under the same kind of circumstance. She would have us throw the laundry down the stairs "seventy times seven". Often a number attached to cats and the like was "forty a leven". When something inconvenient happened it was; "drat your hide" or "I'll give you back to the Indians only the Indians wouldn't want you,...
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