Marlene v. The Dog Part II
My mother has no control over my sister and brother. Of course, my sister is 18 and brother is 24. They come and go when they please and this causes my mother some angst. Especially when it involves letting the dog out.
My mother related an anecdote about how she was wearing her night gown, alseep in her chair on Friday night. She was getting ready to go upstairs when she went into the dining room to find the dog. The dog wasn't there. She checked the kitchen: no dog. My mom remembered she told my brother to put the dog out. She realized that he must have put the dog out, but then went to bed. My mother decided to go outside to find the dog.
This is when I interjected.
Me: Don't tell me you went outside with no underwear on to find the dog!
Mom: It was late at night. No one was around. So, anyways, I followed the track of the leash in the snow around the house to the front porch. And there was the dog on the porch, waiting to come in.
Me: And you weren't wearing underwear?
Mom: (matter-of-factly) No, I wasn't.
Me: What happens if there is a big gust of wind when you are outside?
Mom: (pause) I just try to hide behind the trees when I walk the dog. As long as I sneak from tree to tree, no one will notice.
Me: I'm totally putting this in my blog.
Mom: No, you can't!
Me: Why?
Mom: People will line up to my front door to get a peak.
Me: I really don't think so. I think they will be forewarned to stay away.
My mom's nightgowns are about ten years old. One is pale blue with Garfield on the chest and has the texture of Kleenex because it is so old and has been worn so much. It is almost transparent. When my mom wears it around the house, it does not leave much to the imagination. I can't fathom that she walks around the neighborhood in it. Nope, maybe, it's that I hope she doesn't walk around the neighborhood in it.
But she does.
