Full moonThere are days when it’s good. And there are days when it’s bad.
Last night, for no reason, my mom had another snit. I still don’t know what it was over for.
This morning, I thought of testing her to find out if she was talking to me. So I contacted her via yahoo messenger. (I taught her how to use yahoo messenger about a couple of months before in the event of my going over to Australia, as it is cheaper to update her this way.)
Me: Full moon today? (there is a colleague at her office who has been acting peculiar since last month, and she has termed those peculiar periods as ‘full moon’ time)
Mom: definitely full moon ohooooooooo! not sitting with us before pray and not a word except for good morning and even then after I wished him first)
Mom: this morning I waited personally for the newspaper man to pay him (normally I will give it to him to pay) but after that incident with Jill's key I do not want to risk being snub again so I decided to try to do most of the things myself - I think he sense it and is sulking now - who cares
Me: who's sulking? newpaper man?
Me: or the fullmoon fella?
Mom: pray time now - be careful - out - no our hero werewolf
Me: 'hero werewolf' ??!??! hahahahahhahahahhaaaa
She always does the ‘out’ thing, and it’s always disconcerting. Still can’t get used to her way of signing out. But I still don’t really know if things are alright between us. Have to find out tonight after work. She’s always been alright when it concerns others, but not when it’s about us. I guess it's full moon on the home front as well.