2003-06-11 - 2:32 p.m.
Three generations of shoppers
She exhausts me, but I love her. Mom came to visit today. She didn’t say anything about the garlic, much to my surprise, nor did she comment on the state of the bathroom. When I apologized for the mess, she blew it off, saying that I was moving, of course it’s going to be messy. She didn’t comment on my appearance at all. In fact, the only criticism she made was that she hates it when I watch three hours of Divorce Court a day and I should be going to the gym or something. I explained that I’m on “vacation”, and I walk every day, and I have all this packing to do, so don’t worry about it.
We went to the mall. She wanted to go to Bloomingdale’s, and we went to Neiman Mark-ups, and we looked for a brandy snifter for Grandpop for Father’s Day. My mother does not know her father’s tastes at all. I was looking for something with a clean line, she was going for the Waterford. Oh, well. We didn’t find anything anyway.
Speaking of my grandparents, my Grandmom? ROCKS. Seriously. She gave Mom a whole bunch of sweaters for me, and I went through them today. Thanks to my grandmother, I will never have to buy a sweater again. I mean it. DKNY hooded sweatshirts. A cute hooded Joseph A. black sweater. Two gray funnel-necks. An off-white ribbed turtleneck. A navy sweater with a funky collar. It amazes me that I can gladly accept hand-me-downs from a woman in her 70s, but that is how cool my grandparents are.
So, it’s been a nice day. I just got back from a walk to the video store, and I just got off the phone with K-- she invited me over tomorrow for brisket and dinner. Woo hoo!
Now I just have to pack… Grr.
