In some parts of the country, the weather Gods haven’t figured out that it’s spring, yet.
As of this writing, my Mom (who lives in upstate NY) is still in her long underwear on a daily basis and I’m 3,000 miles away trying to figure out how my Buddha belly is gonna look in last year’s bikini.
(Yeah, right. And for those of you that think I ever owned a bikini, what medication are you currently taking? I’d like some myself!)
My Mom starts climbing the walls when the weather gets bad and she can’t get out, so I thought I’d best give her a call to see how she was doing.
She usually plays cards with the ladies today and I decided to give her a call to see if she was gonna bundle up and venture out or hang out in her hamster cage for the day.
She answered right away and I asked her what she was doing.
Rarely at a loss for something to say, she started talking immediately.
“I’m eating strawberries, Lucie. Your brother, Anthony, told me that they’re healthy for me. Got something called oxidants or some such thing in them that are supposed to be good for you. Guess they clean your blood and keep your blood pressure down to prevent heart attacks. Sounds like some kind of laundry detergent to me, but what ta hell do I know?” she sarcastically asked.
“Well, Ma, I think you mean antioxidants. Berries are loaded with antioxidants and yes, they’re good for your heart and have been known to reduce blood pressure and inflammation,” I told her.
“And,” I continued.
“They’re rich in potassium, Mom. I’m glad you’re eating them, but I thought you didn’t like berries?” I asked.
“Cazzo,” she responded.
“I hate berries! Your Aunt Carmie eats them with her cereal every day and has been trying to get me to eat them now for years. I can’t stand them,” she empathically let me know.
“I sliced them up and put on a bunch of sugar and then remembered that I had some Cool Whip left over from Easter and slapped on some Cool Whip. They’re not too bad with the sugar and Cool Whip. I don’t know how your Aunt eats them plain, though. Makes me gag,” she informed me.
Yep.
“W e l l,” I slowly said in a high pitched voice.
“Sounds to me like you’ve negated the health benefits of the berries with all that additional sugar that you added, but what ta hell do I know? I’m sick all the time and eat my berries nude.”
“Cazzo, Lucie. You gotta eat a little dirt once in a while. You kids eat too healthy and aren’t getting enough natural germs in your system and then get sick all the time. When I was a kid, I was really sickly as a baby and our neighbor told Nonnie to give me a raw egg to help me get stronger. Nonnie did and I got better. You damn kids don’t know how to eat right today. The old timers knew how to eat,” she rattled on without taking a breath.
“Hey,” she continued without letting me get a word in edgewise.
“Aren’t you supposed to be packing for your trip this weekend?” she queried.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“But I thought I’d call you before I started packing and see how you were doing with this crazy weather, lately,” I continued.
“And any way, I don’t know what the hell to pack. The weather’s crazy out here, too. Don’t know if I need my long underwear and boots or bikini and flip flops!” I chuckled, cracking myself up.
“Figurati (fee-GUH-rah-tee, loosely translated: don’t worry about it), Lucie!” she responded, totally ignoring my humor.
“Pack a duffle bag with a pair of undies, socks and a toothbrush, and you’re good to go,” she continued.
“Madonna!”
“You always pack too much shit,” she bluntly informed me.
Yep.
Mom knows best.
I thought I’d pack the flip flops and buy my underwear and a tooth brush on the road. My Doctor said I’ve been carrying around too much weight, lately, anyway.
Remember to be kind to each other today, People, and take the time every day to laugh.
Catch ya next go round, looking at life from my shoes!
Life in Lucie's Shoes 