By now, if you read my last post, you’d realize that my mother is an angel. And as such, this angel is also a queen. The queen of almost everything. And as the queen of everything, she possesses this quality that allows her to do just about anything she likes with absolutely no repercussions. EVERYONE who meets her, LOVES her. She is almost 90, but somehow manages to solicit dates from men my age, and received yet another proposal on NYE from a man 30 years her junior.
We speak by phone every day. This is mandatory. And each day she usually tells me something I already know, but nonetheless, I enjoy it since she tells most stories with great panache. So, today, it goes like this…”I needed the garbage cans brought back to the house (yes, she does this and many other things, which I believe keeps her so young and vibrant!), and it was so cold I just threw on my mink coat.” My response was “Did you remember to wear your pearls?”….”I would have if I’d thought of it!” she replied…I laughed so hard because I almost think that she meant it!
Her propriety is not only revered but expected by all who are deemed worthy of her presence. As Lucy said in “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown”….
“Nobody should be kept from being a queen if she wants to be one. It’s usually just a matter of knowing the right people.. ..well…. if I can’t be a queen, then I’ll be very rich then I will buy myself a queendom. Yes, I will buy myself a queendom and then I’ll kick out the old queen and take over the whole operation myself. I will be head queen.”
And that’s that.
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my mother the queen! yes, she shall be queen always!