Dontpush's Blog

and it's not funny like on television

First off, I'd like to apologize to Pchuz and Alaw, both of whom wondered if they were snubbed in my first post when I commented on what my blog would not be. Pchuz claims he won't link me in his blog until my blog is worthy. Now, onto sorta complaining...

I was walking home today, quite annoyed and upset at my state of affairs. I went out with my mother without a raincoat and only an umbrella to see a movie that was sold out (Woody Allen's Match Point, which I've been dying to see). The temperature dropped about 10 degrees while we were out and it started pouring; I was ill prepared for this. During the 15 minute walk back, these are a few of the things that happened: my mom stopped twice to tie her shoe, she dropped her ice cream - the paper bag she was carrying it in got soggy and it fell out - and she didn't notice until a block and a half later, she insisted on going back and getting it (which I ended up doing because she looked pretty pathetic, despite finding it hysterical), she wore her raincoat inside out the whole time, she chattered incessantly like a child with ADD about 10 topics a minute, and when we got back her shoe was STILL untied and she had lost her keys. It made me wonder who was taking care of who. Not that I'm all mature or anything.

But, after my initial annoyance, some things occured to me. First, the lines from a Less Than Jake song popped into my head, "Those times you crack, with no laugh track \ And it's not funny like on television." All our families have these little quirks, and sometimes you have to start taking care of your parents sooner than you expect. Though this pisses me off 50% of the time, I really don't mind too much. I want to see her happy, it would just be easier if I got a little more respect from her for what I do for her. Walking back with the ice cream I had found for her, literally in a ditch, with her giggling about it, was frustrating, but I didn't need to do it.

A lot of it is perspective though. Part of the reason she was able to laugh was because she had no clue how freezing my hands were or how annoying it could be to look around for 5 minutes for an ice cream on the ground, but part of it was legitimately being able to laugh at her mistakes, which I admire in a certain way. It's something I don't do enough. And if David Sedaris can make a living making fun of his crazy family, maybe I can too. Or not. But looking at it a little differently certainly could give me peace of mind.

And anyway, life isn't that bad. I've got a six pack of Sam Adams Winter Ale, crackers, and garlic and herb goat cheese, and the Pats game is about to start. That, and I go back to Rochester tommorrow. w00t.

posted by dontpush @ 4:34 PM