My mom used to say she was never so busy as after she retired. Of course, teaching full time, and making sure Genius and The Pony and Hick all remembered to breathe in/breathe out, I pooh-poohed that statement. I'm starting to see what Mom meant. But then, she seems to have upped the game after death.
The universe did a little more messin' with Thevictorians yesterday. I got a text from The Pony at 12:30. Just as I sat down to lunch, of course. That's the only time people want anything to do with me. When I'm making food or getting ready to eat food. STOP IT! That is NOT all the time!
Let the record show that we are in the midst of an 11-day period that includes the anniversary of my mom's death, my birthday, Valentine's Day (Mom always gave us each a heart full of chocolates), and The Pony's birthday.
"A ladybug landed on my arm today."
"Yeah. That doesn't surprise me. A few things have happened around here over the past few of days. Tell me more about the ladybug circumstances."
"I didn't know when it landed on me, but it was on my arm when I came into the Union."
"What were you doing? Coming from where, and doing what in the Union? I might get a blog story, with details."
"Coming from physics to get food."
"Gosh. You really fleshed that out with details. I might get a whole book out of it. Brick Heck." [Brick Heck is the youngest son on The Middle, a show on ABC Tuesday nights at 7:00 central time, that The Pony and I used to watch together. He, too, is an eccentric nerd of few words.]
"I don't have anything else to tell! Seriously!"
"What are you having for lunch?"
"I'm having fish gilet baskets." [Actual spelling. I'm guessing he was having a fish filet basket. I kind of expected more, from both his college education, AND Autocorrect.]
Whatever else might be going on out there in Norman, Oklahoma...I guess Mom is keeping an eye on The Pony.