Friday, June 6, 2014
The Biggest Peeve of All
It’s a mouse-size pet peeve, but sometimes it roars within me like a
lion. Frequent readers of this blog know I’m often at odds with my eighty-nine
year old mother. Mom is not mellowing with age and is feistier than ever. She
spends most of her time watching Court TV and putting down the government. When
I call, my role is that of a human crossword puzzle, keeping her sharp, even
though I become blunt in the
process. Ninety-nine percent of the time I call her, but she infrequently dials me. This is where my
pet peeve comes in. Check (here) to listen to what these conversations sounds like.
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That does seem to be what the very elderly seem to do a lot; complain about the "crumbling of society". No era of history is perfect, but the olden days weren't exactly as pure-hearted as an episode of Leave it to Beaver though they seem to remember it that way.
ReplyDeleteha. luckily my mom is not there yet, though i am starting to have to repeat things when she does not hear them...
ReplyDeletepet peeves...people that stop in the merge lane...grates me every day..ha