Thurs, May 8, 2008 (1:30pm)
Just want everyone to know that my recent Lollybloggery is my Mom's fault.
She is the cause of almost everything in my life which needs to be blamed on anything (particularly things which involve time-wasting).
Staying up waaay late at night, reading the latest Fantasy/SciFi hardcover? My Mom's fault. She used to read Tolkein and C.S. Lewis to us kids for bedtime stories. She actually encouraged us to pick up books and read them. Even now, she still recommends books to me (and sometimes I to her).
Sewing a dozen cloaks, while my husband's pants lie on the laundry table, waiting to be hemmed? My Mom's fault. She taught me how to sew cloaks. She instilled a love of crafting into me at a very young age. She didn't forget to pay attention to the technical, either - I still remember being forced to thread & re-thread a sewing machine ten times in a row, until I could get it right. But she never taught me how to hem pants. That, I had to figure out on my own, and it's just not as much fun.
Travel. Oh, the love of travel - that is my Mom's fault. Holland, France, Switzerland, Germany, England, California, the Candian Rockies... vistas from mountaintops and through ruddy-red canyons, green redwood forests and pristine blue lakes... tiny market squares where merchants hawk their wares in foreign languages and quiet old ruins where the only echos are from ages past. If it wasn't for my Mom, I would probably be content with spending a couple hundred bucks on a weekend at the lake, instead of several grand to visit Europe again.
Intenet Games. Oh, very definitely my Mom's fault. She is the one who bought our house a computer back in the early 80's, and who insisted her kids learn to write simple programs in basic, and would brook no fear of technology in her house. She set up the first web browser on her computer, when we got dial-up internet access, and she set the computer in the family room, where it would be associated with fun and games, rather than solitude and homework. Oh, and of course, she's the one who recently got me hooked on Tribal Wars. Evil woman!
My caffeine addiction? Mom's fault. She let her kids drink coffee before they were 5 years old. She also let them eat spicy curries, and snack on pickled herring and eat salted licorice and sample Chinese and Mexican and Italian and so many more foods and flavours from around the globe, and develop an appreciation for what different cultures have to offer. And I respect that. Even if she still made me eat my peas.
I'm sure I could ennumerate many more faults which my Mom is the root and cause of, but for now, suffice to say, I haven't been updating my weblog because I've been reading and sewing and planning our vacation, and playing silly internet games and doing coffee with friends, and generally enjoying life.
Life is Good. (and so is my Mom, and I am glad she raised me the way she did.)
Happy Birthday, Mom!
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