Tea. A calming ritual. No matter how hectic or frazzled a day, the fragrance and heat of tea drains the tension. I don’t know how many cups of tea I’ve shared with Ma around the kitchen table. We’ve sipped tea since I was a teen. Himself’s mother used to be a part of the klatsch. We would laugh, gossip, share recipes, and the older women would impart bits of wisdom to me. Thou shalt do it this way.
With cups of tea in front of us, Ma always seems to be more like her old self. Opinionated, but good natured. We were having a cup of tea after the visit to the orthopedist. I took a sip from my favorite blue cup.
“Oh, we could have used you yesterday,” she said.
“What was yesterday?”
“Roche Brothers had Pastene tomatoes on sale for 77 cents.”
I could hear the good nature of the statement. Seventy seven cents must be a good price for a can of tomatoes. And behind the statement, the opinion that I had neglected my filial duty. I tried not to roll my eyes and looked in the bottom of my tea cup. Sadly, we use tea bags, there were no tea leaves to read. “Kreskin might be able to bend spoons with his mind, but I haven’t perfected mind reading just like you haven’t perfected mind control. Thank, God,” I thought and I bit back the sarcasm. So I pictured the Amazing Carnac holding the envelope to his forehead.
“Oh, wow,” I said.
And the question is, what do you say when you hear you should have called your mother the day before?
Heigh-oh!
With cups of tea in front of us, Ma always seems to be more like her old self. Opinionated, but good natured. We were having a cup of tea after the visit to the orthopedist. I took a sip from my favorite blue cup.
“Oh, we could have used you yesterday,” she said.
“What was yesterday?”
“Roche Brothers had Pastene tomatoes on sale for 77 cents.”
I could hear the good nature of the statement. Seventy seven cents must be a good price for a can of tomatoes. And behind the statement, the opinion that I had neglected my filial duty. I tried not to roll my eyes and looked in the bottom of my tea cup. Sadly, we use tea bags, there were no tea leaves to read. “Kreskin might be able to bend spoons with his mind, but I haven’t perfected mind reading just like you haven’t perfected mind control. Thank, God,” I thought and I bit back the sarcasm. So I pictured the Amazing Carnac holding the envelope to his forehead.
“Oh, wow,” I said.
And the question is, what do you say when you hear you should have called your mother the day before?
Heigh-oh!
2 comments:
LOL! ALL Weebles do this!!!!
Eeee gads... I also had a minor moment like this as my pre-weebles visited this week... BUT I couldn't hold it against him, as he installed a ceiling fan, fixed a vent, changed out my outlets, and raked the lawn, including the dastardly window wells in just two shorts days (AND entertained the big dog)... Plus he bought me a beautiful ring.
I'm NOT gloating... I'm giving you ammunition for when they become full-fledged weebles and you'll need to remind me of this as I try to keep from strangling them!
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