You know that tone of voice your mom uses when you're in trouble? We were driving somewhere together when my mom said, "So, a lady walked up to me at the bank today and just started talking to me like she knows me. I finally said, 'Sorry, where do I know you from? The senior center? High school classmate? Tai chi class?'"
"So who was she, Mom?" I asked.
"Well," my mom continued in her slow, deliberate voice, "she said she recognized my picture from the newspaper. I told her I haven't taken a photo for the paper."
I could now see where this was going.
"She said she reads about me in your column-thing, what computer blog or whatever you call it. What are you writing about me?" she asked with eyebrows slightly raised.
Duck and deflect. I laughed. "But, I tell you about the blogs that you're in. You've seen some, remember? When you're at my house I show you. Or Dad shows you from his computer, right?"
Now her gaze turned towards the back seat where my dad was. "No," she continued. "As a matter of fact, he doesn't."
Dad was snoozing, or trying to. Now forced to defend himself. "Well, every time I plan to, you're sleeping or something."
"Hmmph," she sniffed.
When we parked the car, I pulled up my latest blog on my smart phone and gave it to her.
And might I add right here, right now, that I have the best, loveliest, smartest, funniest, kindest, most helpful mother, who happens to be a darned good baker and a wonderful grandmother? Make sure you mention that if you happen to approach her. I no need get in trouble again.
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