Today, my husband and I visited my folks to celebrate my dad’s belated birthday. Mom put in all of the leaves in the dining room table so that Mike and I could sit at one end, and she and my dad could sit at the oher end. We had carryout lunch from a barbecue joint close to my folks, ate it in the well-ventilated dining room (patio door and window were both open).
We spent most of our time on the deck outside, with us at one end, them at another. We just chatted about current events, ogled birds and wildlife and speculated about how businesses will have to adapt to a germophobic world. My mom said estate sales are being done virtually now, though it takes the fun out of it for her. And would that thrift shop she works in start offering curbside pickup? “So you want the size 8 pink stretch pants with the chocolate stain? Great just drop a quarter in the bucket and we’ll run those to your car.”
Peter Finch in Network. What does this have to do with this blog? Read on! He is one of two posthumous acting Oscar winners, the other being Heath Ledger.
We also told some bad jokes! When we were watching a finch, I pretended the finch’s name was Peter. “How are you doing, Peter Finch?” The response, of course was “I’m mad as Hell and I’m not going to take it anymore.”
A little joke referencing Peter Finch’s quote from the 1976 movie Network. My dad said he’d never seen the movie, and my mom said she recorded it on the DVR but hadn’t seen it.
When we left, we picked up some things from their front porch and I “hugged” them from a distance. I could tell they wanted more than a socially distanced hug!
“Soon,” I said to them.