I chatted with my mom today.

I hope you did, too.

If your mom has passed, I’m sorry.

In those 66 minutes while she was sneezing more than she used to, and having a bite to eat and feeling a bit lazy, we talked about a lot of things. I was feeling lazy, too, so we chatted for 66minutes.

We covered, in no particular order, irises, drop-leaf tables, New England furniture, my Tea Cart, throwing things away, how to arrange great rooms, American vs. European culture (the benefits of both), how history should be written (that was mostly Mom who has decided that ‘history’ shouldn’t be written until 70 years have passed; not clear to me what she meant re: history v. historiography, but we moved forward), bush-hogging, Ellis Island– a place known to Mom’s cousin who came over in the late ’40’s who thought the food was really good–,  Taylor’s upcoming wedding, Czech folk in Texas, burning papers she thinks have no value, Bibles and the importance of Bibles as vital stats records when she was born, Pope Pius The Most recent, WWII, and the irises she gave me last year.

This morning Mr. Big Food brought me a cup of coffee and said, “Happy Mother’s Day!”

I had forgotten it was Mother’s Day. Not like I didn’t know it, but as Kat nailed it, it’s not Christmas. I don’t go to bed waiting for it to be Mother’s Day. (If you can go to bed on 12/24 just as you can on 11/14– shame on you. It’s Christmas EVE!)

I sipped some coffee and my little neurons did some things, and I remembered something. I asked Mr. Big Food if he remembered it, too. And he did!

Way back in the way back, you could pick up a phone and not be able to “get through,” meaning that the phone company was out of circuits.

The top three days for not being able to “get through” were Mother’s Day, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

Kat called me on my cell phone while there was a lot of Mr. Big Food’s Mom Mother’s Day landline –> cell phone “Happy Mother’s Day” call commotion going on.

I told her about not being able to get through and she asked, “How did you call 9-1-1?”

And I said, “9-1-1- wasn’t a thing until the early ’90s.” And then I looked it up on Wikipedia while I was talking to Kat on my phone. And I was correct.

She asked how you called the police or fire department.

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It was a different time.

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Operator, well could you help me place this call?

See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded

She’s living in L. A. with my best old ex-friend Ray

A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated

Isn’t that the way they say it goes?

Well, let’s forget all that

And give me the number if you can find it

So I can call just to tell ’em I’m fine and to show

I’ve overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well

I only wish my words could just convince myself

That it just wasn’t real

But that’s not the way it feels

Operator, could you help me place this call?

Well, I can’t read the number that you just gave me

There’s something in my eyes, you know it happens every time

I think about a love that I thought would save me

Isn’t that the way they say it goes?

Well, let’s forget all that

And give me the number if you can find it

So I can call just to tell ’em I’m fine and to show

I’ve overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well

I only wish my words could just convince myself

That it just wasn’t real

But that’s not the way it feels

Operator, let’s forget about this call

You see there’s no one there I really wanted to talk to

Thank you for your time, ah, you’ve been so much more than kind

And you can keep the dime

Isn’t that the way they say it goes?

Well, let’s forget all that

And give me the number if you can find it

So I can call just to tell ’em I’m fine and to show

I’ve overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well

I only wish my words could just convince myself

That it just wasn’t real

But that’s not the way it feels