Why, I fixed my pants?

Quote from Liz “Glad I provide you with amusement mother” when asking why I wanted a picture of her finished pants. After all what she did was fix her pants. I replied it was something I could right a blog post about. She grimaced and put her head on the table before providing the quote at the top. Now she’s stripping again as she checks her sewing. Yes the pants work although the new clasp is not straight. So Liz has decided that 10 minutes of work will give her enough pleasure to redo the clasp. She is so glad I’m her mother, who else would talk about her sewing adventures and tell her to find a candle because it makes the thread not tangle.

So today I heard a great song.–CRUDETTE by Blanche Rowan and Mike Gulsten. It was a modern version of Gregorian chant using modern party foods for words. Listened to it for a while thinking — I like the music. And then started listening to the words “Anchovies in Olive Oil, Creme Brulete, and Chocolate, pass the antacids.” It was fantastic, I might even call the credit card company and get permission to buy UK music. I”m tempted.

Finally met someone who was rude to a person on crutches. A young man, in his twenties, got upset that I was blocking the parking spot with a shopping cart at trader joes. Couldn’t move it fast enough for his liking and another spot was farther away — obviously unexeceptible. And after I moved the cart, he got out of the car and walked away without offering to help with the cart. That is a real change from most people who are almost too helpful. Bob commented that is probably someone who will be highly successful and enjoy a good life. Liz’s comment was that it was a guy in his 20’s; what did I expect?

One of the things I’ve had to learn from being on crutches is that people want to help, and even if all they can do is hold the door or take the cart back to the store; that is an important piece of help to accept. It’s part of the social contract, they help me somehow. Even if I don’t really need the help; it makes them feel good to do something. And actually it is useful, good for me. Doors are heavy and carts are hard to control. I don’t have to be stubborn and do everything the hard way.

Anyway, here’s the results from Liz’s fix-it job. I was NOT a good mother and DID NOT do the repairs. Made the kid do the sewing on her own.


PS–Overall I’m doing well. Am now using a cane during the day, crutches when out shopping or at home with the family. When out shopping it’s all new stuff, so I don’t want to take on too much. And of course the family gets to see the ugly side of me; hurt and tired at the end of the day.


Author: Heres to ART not Cockroaches

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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