Funny Momma

The three of us went for a pedicure this afternoon. Mom came from an era were harlots wore nail polish so she wasn't having any of that nonsense but enjoyed having her toenails clipped. Judging from their appearance a hack saw might have worked better. One of her toenails looks just like a corkscrew. My sister's were equally disfigured and she only has six years on me. Another aging humiliation to endure.

Used to Be Mother reported to the beautician random and unconnected facts in her one sided conversation. The beautician said "You are a funny momma." And indeed she is funny. Not on purpose. She says and does the funniest things when we have the patience for them. Otherwise they just annoy the crap out of us.

She says that she is going "up to her bedroom" when it really is just down the hall.

She asks us about noises she hears. She doesn't recognize a truck backing up, a bird chirping, the dryer spinning.

Last night as we watched the movie The Artist, she wondered what had happened to the sound. She wondered what had happened to the colour. She was fascinated by all the music and summed up the movie "that dancer really loved that man didn't she?"

Whenever and where ever she hears music, she becomes very animated. If the music has a good beat, she will swing her arms and dance. Clearly she lives the saying to dance like nobody is watching. During the movie last night she kept beat tapping her feet against my leg.