cheech

Had dinner at my parents'. I went to my mom in the kitchen and said, "Just wondering how things are going," and she started talking about dad and her..I HAD meant how's dinner going, but I felt like a jerk correcting her, and in fact felt about 2 inches tall at that moment for not asking her, in general, how things are going more often. We talk some, and I had called earlier before I came over, and I called her on Mother's Day and bought her a gift on Mother's Day for when she came back in town, and returned her calls when she was outta town, soooo maybe I'm not the worst son in the world...but I do call myself on my faults. Cheech, take the time to fundamentally acknowledge people more often...and stop being so insecure.

So I talked to mom, watched golf and chatted with dad, the cat sat on my lap, my brother was sociable enough, I got my laundry done, and a homecooked meal. The rock and roll Sunday lifestyle...well, some Sundays that's all I need.