7 Jan 2009 :: SOS
The older I get with my personal status at "single," the more antsy my mother gets about my condition. When Sophie lived with them, our running joke is I would head up to Portland to see my parents, I'd walk in the front door, my mother would put me in a headlock, force me into a tux and before I would really have a chance to figure out what was going on, I'd be married to Sophie.
Events being as they are, it seems less likely now, if it ever was. My mother still schemes. She often scouts girls and when I come up I get introduced, 'accidentally.' At some point she decided the checker at Winco was someone I should consider on my short list, so we went shopping, I bagged the groceries and before we had taken five steps to the door my mother asked me if I thought the checker was cute. Mrs. Strong also likes to actively complain that she can watch me when I'm with her and never see me check out anyone, because apparently she thinks I need to scope out hot babes when I'm with my mom.
It is reaching a fever-pitch. I'm glad I live in Eugene so I'm not exposed to a constant barrage, but I can't fully trust her not to cook something up in my absence. On the last trip up we went to church and I was standing at the far end of the pew from her. In the middle of worship she slips behind everyone in my family to my side to point out her friend, Debbie Stewart. I start looking, but then remember that she has been wanting me to meet said daughter, despite she is about ten years my junior. I banish mother back to her end of the pew.
Her rationalization for this is that Debbie would be a great mother-in-law. Mrs. Strong's world skips courting, dating, getting engaged and goes straight to BABIES! |