Tie o’ the Day #1 is a pierre cardin. Fluttery stripes created out of small squares. Shirt’s an old stripey CHAPS. The shirt kinda reminds me of Dad’s overalls. The combination of this shirt and Dad’s overalls would be a prime example of clash fashion. It’s a safe bet that you will see that ‘fit show up on this tblog.
We just got finished eating “dinner” at Mom’s. Although technically “dinner” is an evening meal, I have always felt like the afternoon meal is either lunch or dinner, based on the dishes served. Something lighter, like a sandwich, is lunch. Something more substantial, like a roast, is dinner. However, the mid-day meal is the only meal that can be accurately designated as one of two different names. For example, breakfast is always breakfast; brunch is always brunch; the evening meal is always dinner. But depending on what is on your plate, the mid-day meal is either lunch or dinner.
Now, that was a truly interesting voyage into sociolinguistics, wasn’t it? Yes, I think about such topics. Why? I have no idea. Anyhoo…
Mom’s table was surrounded by me, Suzanne, Gary, Kathi, and Ritchi. Mom didn’t sit down to eat, but walked around the kitchen doing vague things to make sure we were all feasting away voraciously. Roast, mashed potatoes, carrots, green beans, stuffing (from Anne), rolls. OMGolly, there was plenty o’ nourishment to farctate the county. And then right when we are done eating, and we have pushed back our chairs from the table, Mom grows a lightbulb above her head and exclaims, “I forgot the salad in the fridge.” Sure enough, she retrieves a green salad from the fridge and tries to feed it to us before we leave. (We cannot eat one more calorie, Mom, or we will explode and implode and combust, simultaneously.) But there is no telling Mom “no”. She simply doesn’t hear that word when it comes to her putting food on your plate. Selective hearing is a skill she has mastered. In fact, it’s the only kind of hearing she can still manage to do.
