06-22-2016, 11:38 AM
I'm sitting at the table working. My mother descends from her chamber. She pushes her walker across the kitchen floor to glare at me. She stands in the doorway telling me she has a terrible cold due to my inexcusable behavior. I had left the window open in my bedroom and cold air had blown over her all night long. She was sick and it was my fault.
To be fair, the door to my room was closed all night. And, as a matter of fact, so was the door to her room. Yes, I did leave the door to my room open when I went out for a walk at 4am, but her door was still closed. It was also 90 degrees here yesterday. It probably dipped down into the sixties over night.
I guess my father was supposed to tell me to close the windows and he did not do this.
What I'm getting at is my mother is crazy.
To be fair, the door to my room was closed all night. And, as a matter of fact, so was the door to her room. Yes, I did leave the door to my room open when I went out for a walk at 4am, but her door was still closed. It was also 90 degrees here yesterday. It probably dipped down into the sixties over night.
I guess my father was supposed to tell me to close the windows and he did not do this.
What I'm getting at is my mother is crazy.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm