Then to ease her concern I told her I had my methods of working through my frustration & anger (the blog). Naturally she asked how. So before I went any further I told her not to ask me where it is on line or if she could read it. You see Netty, like most parents, don’t get my generation’s sense of humor.
That last sentence is a play on a quote from 1990's Postcards From The Edge. I was in bed watching it Tuesday night. No, it wasn’t on TV! I deliberately put it in the DVD player to watch it.
While watching it I realized how much Netty and I are like the characters played by Shirley MacLaine & Meryl Streep, except without the booze and drugs.
Netty is the overbearing know it all, yet well meaning mother. She has to relate a situation or talk about herself to help her child through rough patches.
I, of course, am the smart ass defiant child who always has to throw past mistakes made by the mother onto the table. I’m always willing
to forgive, however just never seems to be able to forget.
So if Netty ever finds the blog, let’s hope she has the good sense to read the whole thing especially this post. That way she will know I love her and know I know she loves me & means well.
But also if she can step back and remove herself from some of the stories like I do, she’ll see they are pretty friggin funny.
