My A-mom just stopped by the store. She was carrying a can of air freshener. Pine scent.
“Everything going okay?” Followed by a lasso throwing like spray above her head.
“I bet you are getting tired. I wish you could get out of here more.” Arm fully extended, back and forth motion, as if watering the lawn.
“How’s the house coming? I do need to get over there and see it.” Arm above the head as if swaying to music at a concert.
By this time I was seriously worried about being overcome by the scent of the Great Northwest.
This is nothing out of the ordinary. It’s not always air freshener, but it’s always something.
I retreated from the fresh clean scent of pine to greet my a-Father. He was walking down the aisle of the store he loves, always looking for something to point out that needs to be done. “Mom’s in the back with the air freshener.” I say.
“Why the hell do you think I had to get out of there?” he answers.
We are in complete understanding.
This is a pretty good picture of my a-folks.
They aren’t bad folks. Once you get past the great clean scent of pine, and the grouchiness, their intentions are good. As we have all aged, I’ve come to see that.
No matter how much I dislike the institution that brought us together, I really don’t dislike them.
I can’t say I understand them, or they me, but they have always tried. I have tried too, I think I “get” what they are about now. It’s been a long road, and I’m sure we all wish it had gone smoother, but I we do agree it really is all about the journey. They’ve been with all this way, I wouldn’t know what to do without them.
I do wish Mom would get off the air freshener kick though.