By the way, Sue, if you read this, my oldest goes by her nickname Sam on my blog, in case you read back a bit.
Sam happened to call Sunday night, and I told her I’d seen Sue. Sam told me what I’d already written here, because it was so true, that Sue had held everybody and everything together during Theron’s illness; she would dearly like to see her again herself sometime.
I’m all ready to spring for her plane ticket from Vermont.
Meantime. Being hearing impaired can be entertaining.
My mom is an excellent cook, as are my daughters; it skipped a generation, but meantime, Mom’s here and it’s fun to have her playing in the kitchen–and to her it is playing, like I play with yarn. Always a new idea or ingredient or recipe to try out.
Which is how I parroted back to her the phrase I’d heard tonight:Â “Would you like that wombat with sour cream?”
I think every good punster needs a hearing impairment to help keep their skills up, don’t you?