indiana territory

MOTHER CALL

Hello, I am liveblogging a Mother morning call, although I have to do it on a Word document and then transfer it because . . . ack . . . there is no internet reception on the porch.
I am holding the phone between my ear and shoulder . . . thank heavens for shoulders.

She is talking about continuous storms last night, wind and pouring rain. I sort of woke up once to thunder, so I suppose I slept through most of it. She says, “It says storms today.”

When Lucy was alive, Mother kept the cellar door open for her because she was afraid of thunder. Now Lucy sleeps beneath her little shrine to the southeast of the porch.

Mother may mow today if it dries off enough, but that is iffy because she lives between two rivers on what they used to call the island in the old days. I think they were more aware of waterway paths in then because it was the easiest form of travel. Mother says she thinks they used to call it that as an island.

The store and mill were big things there then she is telling me.

The sun is out in LaGrange as well as here and she is talking about being surrounding by humidity.

Summer’s chia pet is getting his hair now, although it looked like maggots when it first started spouting.

Now I am telling her about the “muffin top” look that some girls have from wearing pants that are too small for their waists.

I think Mother is in one of her crabby moods, which is almost all the time. She says on her tombstone it should say, “She did it her way.” I think it should say, “Crabby to the End.”

Now, she is wondering if the big mowing tractor will start; it is only a year old and wouldn’t start on two different times and she was not pleased. I don’t want to be there if it doesn’t start again. She will probably have them haul it off and get a John Deere instead.

posted by Jody @ 9:32 AM