How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d. — Alexander Pope, “Eloisa to Abelard”
It was bound to happen again, my mother is tenacious at the best of times, but this one was at least unexpected in that it was a rather normal Thursday night. Knowing my mum has moments of loneliness, she is afterall newly widowed, I invited her to come out to dinner with me last night. I should have known when she walked in, a five foot nothing ball of cashmere and purposefulness, I was going to be a target. She sits down, places her purse and a magazine on the table beside her and tells me about how she spent her day. Normal enough, right? Looking suspiciously at the magazine under her purse, I nearly faint seeing its a current issue of Brides magazine. You know, “Brides” Magazine, that intellectual rag for those who seek scintillating reading material? The magazine every single mother who wants her daughter married off and married off fast carries around with her so she can plan a wedding on the fly, in 10 minutes or less? The fact that she brought it to dinner obviously means she means business this time.
Eyeing her like a cornered animal and choking down the saw dust my meal had just become, I laugh a little too loudly, drink a little too much, my eyes dart around the room looking for the nearest escape route, so I can run before she opens up the one topic I hate more than all topics on this Earth, the dreaded “M” word. I mean, you don’t realize the magnitude of her power, she has a stink eye that would make Hercules bow before her, and in case you didn’t know it, my mother introduced me to my current beau Dr. Ben, ( https://anchailinalainn.com/2013/07/19/bringing-up-the-rear-and-spaghetti-westerns/ ) and somehow I think he has zero Herculean powers to withstand her ability to rain chaos on my quiet little world. Hey, I can’t make this stuff up, I’ve lived with it all my life!
Sweating profusely, the meal a solid rock in my stomach, the check paid, as I stood at the door to kiss my mum goodbye, I accidentally eyed the magazine in her hand. Catching my eye she looked down and says, “oh! I forgot to tell you, your cousin is getting married.” The take from? Don’t borrow worry, it will fall into your lap of its own accord and worrying just clutters up your mind senselessly. Be happy in who you are and where you are in life, and in relationships because right now is all you have, the past is filed away in compartments of: To die for, good, bad and ouchies, and the future is always an unknown. Why is it an unknown? Because we are not the only actors in our play, there is always the chance of some cataclysmal force to be reckoned with that turns all we know upside down, forever changing our future. In other words, if I’d ignored the magazine, stopped dreading a non-existent future converse, and just enjoyed being with my mother, I probably wouldn’t have this hang over right now. Just something to think about, for what its worth to you. Well, it’s “date night with Dr. Ben” and as you can see I have pink hair. Ah hell, I think I’ll just leave it that way for the weekend. I hope yours is amazing!
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