October 17, 2012
Bus Tracks and Oven Mitts
Owen and my mom are kindred spirits. They're both extroverts in a notoriously introverted family. We cacti own tons of books and loathe cocktail parties. My mom and Owen will strike up a conversation with just about anyone about anything and, as Owen put it make new friends everyday. Most striking is the fact that there's something about the way the two of them look at - and interact with - the world that's just a bit wonderfully off-center.
The two of them spent the day together on Monday. They went to lunch, ran errands, bought cookies and met everyone who worked in Whole Foods. Then they went back to my parents' house.
Owen somehow stumbled on a pair of oven mits exactly like the ones my folks gave me last year. He proclaimed proudly, Daddy sold the ones like this that you gave him at our yard sale last weekend. Awesome.
Indeed I did. We had a yard sale last weekend to try and sell all the crap that's ended up on our basement during the five years we've lived in our house. It was a good time to get rid of the stuff we didn't want to move back into our shiny new kitchen. Somehow the oven mitts fell into that category. I don't know why. But, while I hate the idea of strange people sifting through all our stuff, it's a damn sight better than the piles of crap on our basement. And those oven mitts were yard sale gold, going in an early round of sales for probably around a buck-fifty.
I feel a little guilty about it but I'm sure that in my almost-forty years, I've done worse things to offend my parents. Though when Owen grows up and asks me about the bad stuff he did, I'm going to show him the tire prints on my back from the time he threw me under the bus.Posted by Chris at October 17, 2012 7:22 AM