Mom: What are you doing?
Mom: Waiting for what?
Me: The pot to boil for the pasta.
Mom: You know a watched pot never boils right?
Me: How hungry are you?
Mom: hungry, why?
Me: Because if you aren’t starving I’m going to test that theory out.
Mom: I don’t know about you. You come up with the strangest stuff I’ve ever heard.
We both laugh… I never did test the watched pot theory out. I ended up standing next to the kitchen chair she was in and watched her play on her tablet and a few minutes later the water was boiling. Just to let you know the spaghetti was delicious!
Little birdie in the sky
Dropped some whitewash
In your eye
You didn’t holler
You didn’t cry
You only wish a cow-flop could fly!
A daring little ditty my mom used to sing when she was a child and she had a daring and nostalgic moment last night! Thought it would be fitting to share.
It was just supposed to be the usual Monday routine walk to run an errand as I’ve done every Monday for the past month. However it didn’t turn out to be the usual walk. As I found myself halfway to the destination I noticed a familiar smell. The sun was warm and the air was damp still from the morning dew. I was at the fence that followed along the top ridge of the road going into the cemetery.