Thursday, July 9, 2009

Coming Home

We drove into Brisbane today - 110+km, about 90 minutes, each way - so that David could look at some trucks. He wants to get into driving trucks, and already has work lined up for him, so it's just a matter of getting the vehicle. I drove home, as I have done other times, and found myself waiting for one particular moment - the first view of Toowoomba. About 5km east of the Helidon exit, you come around a corner, and, if it's dark enough, you see the lights of northern Toowoomba spread out, and I know that home is finally not that far away. And I smile.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Who's Morticia?

Daughter tried on a skirt today. She doesn't usually wear skirts, but she had a bad case of "nothing to wear!" so I braced myself, and entered the dungeon. er... Bedroom. Yeah.
Anyway, the first thing I did was look at her bed. She has one of those bunk beds with the double at the bottom, and the single at the top. Since her room (the former garage) has a long set of shelves high on the wall, she uses the single top bunk. The shelves run the entire length of her bed (a little longer, actually) and it gives her a massive bedside table thing. And the double bottom bunk is her teen-wannabe dumping ground. I don't think she realised I had entered her lair ... I mean bedroom ... until those dreaded words boomed out (I can have a carrying voice at times), "Beth, come here!" "That doesn't sound good"
So we had a conference. "What is clean and what is dirty?" The pile decreased. Well, shifted, anyway. Then I started looking through her drawers. We won't go into the whole folding issue at this point. She has promised (ha!) to fold her clothes. I started pulling out clothes, and found a long pencil skirt in dark brown. It has buttons up the front, and a split at the back. "Mum, it's broken!" "No, that's just so you can walk. So you won't be like Morticia."
"Who's Morticia?"

I have failed.

I have failed my duty as a parent, and especially as a mother, by neglecting my daughter's education so disastrously. How could I not introduce her to that most elegant of sitcom mothers? To the show that poked fun at everthing bland and banal? To the reason I love black ;)
Well, I made a good start with YouTube, but I think that I'm going to have to hunt down some DVDs. Wish me luck.

Oh, and once we had the whole "Who's Morticia" issue settled, then came the "What do I wear with this?" issue. I hunted through her drawers, and came up with three tops - one pink/purple/other colours stripey thing, one plain pink (bit more muted shade), and a green top. "Does green go with brown?" she asked.
"Sure it does," I assured her. "Have you never seen a tree?"
Now she's claiming tree status.