I'm Just Like My Mom
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,...