the dog makes the wheezing noises that mean he's going to vomit, not actual vomit, but foamy bile. he does this semi-regularly. it goes with the kennel cough, which is a recurring chronic thing sort of like dog asthma, only noisier. so i take him out of the [carpeted] library. he barfs on the tiles, and then follows me into the kitchen. i grab some paper towels. on the way to clean up i hear mom yelling: he has gone into the living room, where the aunt and uncle (valerie and hugh) are watching fotr with the parents, and vomited a bit more bile onto the rug. why? well, the living room is his favorite room. he's a dog. my guess is that he feels safe there. anyway, so mom is irate.
'you stupid dog. don't think it's okay to be stupid! there's a whole kitchen full of tiles for you to vomit in and what do you do? you RUN into the livingroom JUST IN TIME to vomit on MY NEW RUG.'
i surreptitiously spirit the dog away.
fast-forward. hugh wants to nap; valerie is trying to retrieve bedding. mom is on a mission. we have dug up three spare comforters. is this enough? she is acting agitated.
mom: [verge of tears] we're just going to have to go BUY a bunch of bedding.
me: [produces a sleeping bag and reminds mom of another comforter and an afghan] so basically what we need is pillows.
mom: we have pillows. we have lots of pillows.
me: ^.~
mom: i know we do... i just... don't know where they are.
valerie: [tries not to expire from silent laughter]
mom: for all i know they could be in the attic. daddy was putting things in the attic.
me: well, i don't think he'd put PILLOWS in the attic.
mom: [bitterly] why? because that wouldn't be LOGICAL?
me: [cautiously] well, yes.
mom: by WHOSE logic?
me: why don't i just ask him for you. [goes from hall to living room.] dad, have you ever put pillows in the attic?
dad: no, why?
me: [goes from living room to hall]
mom: sure, he SAYS that, but that doesn't mean it's TRUE.
'you stupid dog. don't think it's okay to be stupid! there's a whole kitchen full of tiles for you to vomit in and what do you do? you RUN into the livingroom JUST IN TIME to vomit on MY NEW RUG.'
i surreptitiously spirit the dog away.
fast-forward. hugh wants to nap; valerie is trying to retrieve bedding. mom is on a mission. we have dug up three spare comforters. is this enough? she is acting agitated.
mom: [verge of tears] we're just going to have to go BUY a bunch of bedding.
me: [produces a sleeping bag and reminds mom of another comforter and an afghan] so basically what we need is pillows.
mom: we have pillows. we have lots of pillows.
me: ^.~
mom: i know we do... i just... don't know where they are.
valerie: [tries not to expire from silent laughter]
mom: for all i know they could be in the attic. daddy was putting things in the attic.
me: well, i don't think he'd put PILLOWS in the attic.
mom: [bitterly] why? because that wouldn't be LOGICAL?
me: [cautiously] well, yes.
mom: by WHOSE logic?
me: why don't i just ask him for you. [goes from hall to living room.] dad, have you ever put pillows in the attic?
dad: no, why?
me: [goes from living room to hall]
mom: sure, he SAYS that, but that doesn't mean it's TRUE.
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Date: 27 Nov 2002 07:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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