Friday, July 26, 2013

Love actually

Note: On the Facebook page, I mentioned a little while back that I had a folder full of drafts I never finished: More than 60 of 'em, in fact. I'm going through that folder now, deleting what's not worth it, posting what might entertain you. This gem dates back to January 2013; I'm skipping around some, chronologically. 

I just had a call from my mother's cell phone.

I answered it, and my father said, "It's me, actually. Your mother wanted me to call and tell you that we suddenly have to go downstairs and measure something, so she can't talk to you right now."

"OK," I said. "She can call me later; I should be around. Have fun. Talk to you both later."

I have now had several minutes since then to analyze this, and it strikes me as hilarious now.

Because: "It's me, actually"? You're my dad. You're allowed to call me.

Also: "We suddenly have to go downstairs and measure something"? There is a little context that makes this less strange, but it doesn't matter. It is entirely possible that on any given day, my mother would be unable to talk to me because she suddenly has to go measure something somewhere in the house. As far as I can remember, I have only ever measured one thing in my house: The space I have for a new refrigerator, and I've had to measure it maybe four times, because I keep losing whatever scrap of paper I wrote the measurements down on. But measuring would never be sudden or frequent or on an emergency basis for me, I don't think.

Notes from the future, which is to say July 2013: I have measured that space for the refrigerator at least twice more, and I am pleased to be able to say that after a year of sporadic measuring, there is a new refrigerator in said space, due almost entirely to assistance and pressure from my parents. It totally fits.


April said...

I very much enjoy posts about your parents. Do they often call you to tell you they can't talk to you at that moment? Seems like instead they could oh, you know, just not call you.

bzzzzgrrrl said...

They do not do it often, but it does not seem uncharacteristic. Some of the "context" I don't provide (and don't remember) may have been that I called while she was on the other line, she said she'd call me right back, and then couldn't, because, emergency measuring, so she assigned my dad the task.

Cousin Mouse said...

I could write a long posting about measuring household items because we've been doing that lately. But I don't have time, alas. If I did it would be bitterly ironic designer kitchens/appliances and what a trap we got ourselves into by getting a slide-in gas range. Beware!!

But, what I WAS going to say is that some things need to be measured to make sure they fit through the door.

Cousin Mouse said...

oops - "bitterly ironic ABOUT designer kitches/appliances"