Porkina Porky
Apr. 4th, 2023 11:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootAnother beautiful dawn, though this one has settled into a slightly dull morning.
Thinking about the forthcoming visit to Mum, I suddenly realise that I am nervous about her seeing me. Last time was before Covid, and though I have lost weight in the past year, she's a bird woman who wants me on Schrodinger's diet, where I at once join her for chocolate and churros every morning and stay slim as a pick. And oh, she's going to criticise my dress sense! I haven't bought new clothes since the pandemic! She never likes what I wear. Of course, this means that we get to do her favourite thing of all time, which is to take me shopping.
The years are passing, and it makes her happy. I'll do it of course, but I probably need to brace myself for some vaguely acerbic comments. Last time I was there, she amused herself by calling me Jamona Jamon which translates as something along the lines of Porkina Porky! But that's the good thing about families I guess; they knock the dainty edges off us, teach us a bit of fortitude. Yay, see me talk myself out of cringing!
Friend who retired out there has invited us to a)a party and b) an evening's candlelit concert in the city. It sounds like cracking fun, but between that and passing through two airports, I worry that we may present a danger to Mum, unvaccinated in her 80s. I can't think of any way to keep her safe, apart from not actually seeing her at all. My only solution is that we take some really easy to use tests, I show her how to do it when I'm out there, then I ask her to contact me if she feels ill/tests positive. If it happens, I'll go back and look after her.
But it'll be OK. I could really use some sunshine and mountains. Even a bit of shopping won't be so bad.
Thinking about the forthcoming visit to Mum, I suddenly realise that I am nervous about her seeing me. Last time was before Covid, and though I have lost weight in the past year, she's a bird woman who wants me on Schrodinger's diet, where I at once join her for chocolate and churros every morning and stay slim as a pick. And oh, she's going to criticise my dress sense! I haven't bought new clothes since the pandemic! She never likes what I wear. Of course, this means that we get to do her favourite thing of all time, which is to take me shopping.
The years are passing, and it makes her happy. I'll do it of course, but I probably need to brace myself for some vaguely acerbic comments. Last time I was there, she amused herself by calling me Jamona Jamon which translates as something along the lines of Porkina Porky! But that's the good thing about families I guess; they knock the dainty edges off us, teach us a bit of fortitude. Yay, see me talk myself out of cringing!
Friend who retired out there has invited us to a)a party and b) an evening's candlelit concert in the city. It sounds like cracking fun, but between that and passing through two airports, I worry that we may present a danger to Mum, unvaccinated in her 80s. I can't think of any way to keep her safe, apart from not actually seeing her at all. My only solution is that we take some really easy to use tests, I show her how to do it when I'm out there, then I ask her to contact me if she feels ill/tests positive. If it happens, I'll go back and look after her.
But it'll be OK. I could really use some sunshine and mountains. Even a bit of shopping won't be so bad.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2023-04-04 11:48 am (UTC)I think you are incredibly lovely toward your mother.
no subject
Date: 2023-04-06 06:48 am (UTC)You are very kind ❤️ I feel so much for her, she deserved better than the nightmare years and the way her life turned out.