Sane Parents

Had the big conversation with my mom tonight about Mark moving in. She seemed genuinely pleased, and she even laughed at my joke about we both own toaster ovens and won’t be needing another one, thanks. I think she’s happy. She seems to like Mark. That’s a good thing…

I would’ve had this conversation a bit earlier, had not technology been a factor. My dad is hard of hearing, so when I call the parents or they call me, it invariably means that both of them are on the phone at the same time, using a speaker phone. It’s the only way my dad can realy hear everything, but it makes having any sort of substantial conversation a little difficult. Thus, our talks turn out a little superficial, and it’s sometimes hard to break big news…

Of course, I also have this bad habit of not talking to my parents about big things until they’re either already settled or over and done with anyway. It seems to work for us, so don’t criticize…

But tonight, she answered the regular phone in the kitchen, so we could actually talk for a few minutes. Which was good, as I didn’t really want to email her the news and I thought it might be nice to let her know what was going on before Mark started answering the phone here next month…

It’s miserably hot and I’m draggy. That will be all for tonight. But I do love my sane parents…