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There are two things in this world that I loathe.

Not really. I just thought that that sentence would be a great dramatic starting to this entry.

I’m sleeping (typing) in the blue bedroom. Or bedroom number four if you are my mother. I call the bedrooms, blue, yellow, the one with the big mirror thing, and your (my parent’s) bedroom. She calls them one, two, three four.

And there, laid bare for you kind reader, is the basis of our miscommunications for the past thirty some years.

She hated the movie Amile. I loved it. I thought Moulin Rouge was inspiring and fascinating. She thought it was too jumpy and tiring. She called Oh Brother Where Art Thou stupid. Only she spelled it. “That was S.T.U.P.I.D”. I have the soundtrack. She couldn’t even begin to tell me how funny she thought My Big Fat Greek Wedding was because she was laughing so hard. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I loathe that movie and want to strangle anyone involved with the production of it.

But to focus on a positive, we both did like the Matrix.

She has asked to cut my hair several times since I have been here, telling me that it looks like my head has gone through a shredder. I tell her to lay off and put the salad bowl and the scissors away. This isn’t second grade anymore. I pay top dollar to look like I’ve been through the shredder.

Today we went to the “Russian” grocery store. She had my step dad’s handicapped sign, and pulled into one of the front spots. I said, half jokingly, “Oh geesh, if you’re going to use that, at least limp or something.” I grabbed a cart and went into the store. I waited by the “on sale” strawberry display because I noticed that she wasn’t behind me. It took a minute, but she came through the automatic door with tears almost coming out of her eyes, she was laughing so hard. She told me that there were people in the car next to us watching her, so she really did limp across the parking lot, and it took her a while. She demonstrated what looked like Quasi Motto with palsy, which made me crack up because one, it was funny, and two, I know that she really did walk across the parking lot like that. Then we went shopping for sandwich supplies.

Now is the time in the visit where I should go. But, it is raining. Storming, with ten second flashes of lightning and booming thunder. Murphy the dog really can’t travel 300 miles to Detroit in a wire cage tied down in the back of my pick up truck in this weather. I am checking the weather channel about every five minutes. It looks like I might have to stay until Friday.

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