I have been annoying my mother lately. In other words, I have not been doing her bidding as promptly as she expects. But in my own defense, allow me to share my version of what has happened. There I was, in the panic mode phase of cooking class preparation. This occurs the day before class is scheduled, when I come to the realization that it may not be possible to prepare all of the food I have promised. At least five things are in various phases of being cooked, chopped, blended, burt or shredded. I am sweating bullets. The phone rings….”Hello. This is your mother speaking. I need you to drop everything and do me a favor.” I admit to being just a little bit terse. “I’m kind of busy right now”. “OK then, goodbye” she says, and I know she is preparing to hang up on me. She has developed the habit of hanging up on me if she gets the least bit bent out of shape, or if I bring up a subject she does not want to discuss. “OH NO YOU DON’T” I manage to get in before the phone slams down. In my most tolerant tone, “What favor do you need? Depending on how much time it takes, I may have to wait awhile before it gets done”. “Well, I need you to call your brother Gary and tell him to string up the pole beans. I’ve told him a hundred times and he still hasn’t come over here. He does not have a very long attention span”. “I’m way ahead of you”, I say. “I saw him yesterday and reminded him”. She is appeased. “OK then”. The phone goes dead. As you can see below, Gary is now back in Neeners‘ good graces and the beans are taking off. I guess she was right. As usual.
Two days later, the phone rings again. “Hello, this is your mother speaking. You need to come over here and pick the Tayberries. They are in dire need.” “I’ll get to them as soon as I can” I say, trying to wheedle out of a time commitment. The next day was a busy one, and the Tayberries did not make it on to the list of things accomplished. That evening, the phone rings again. “This is your mother speaking. Did you pick the Tayberries?” “Umm, I couldn’t get to them today”. If you are not a stranger to this blog, you know that Neeners has both a temper and isn’t afraid to swear when she feels it is warranted. There are certain words she will not say, and one of them is the bad word that has four letters, starts with an ‘s’ and ends with a ‘t’. However, on occasions when she feels that it would be the appropriate thing to say, she has a substitute for the ‘s’ word. It’s ‘Pfsssstt!!!!”. Kind of like the sound you make if you have to sneeze but cover up your mouth and nose at the last minute. “Pfssstt!!!!! Come on girl – Get with it!!” In order to avoid a trowel mysteriously whizzing past my head the next time I was in the garden, I went over the next morning to pick them. Luck was not with me – she was home. “Well, you finally showed up – I’ll be out to help you…right about the time you finish up”.
Ahem….aren’t you supposed to be picking Tayberries? I believe all that can be seen are strawberries in your hand.
Somehow they got picked….