T0p D0g Reloaded

“There is no ist’s in English!”

“Ist?”

“Is.”

“Ist.”

“Is.”

“Ist.”

“Is. Is. Is!”

OK, she didn’t get me in part because we were over the phone. But bottom line is my mum has started studying English. The conversation above - and you can guess who is who - was followed by the “I, you, he/she, we, you, they” conversation. They, that is z with the tip of your toungue against the upper teeth. And so on. I am smiling. I have to look for the posts about my mum learning Windows, and our typical conversation generated by the old printer.

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You know your mum is not out, when she introduces your boyfriend as “a friend of my son’s”.

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Now, of that I can drink a bottle! What am I saying? I have been drinking a bottle of that! Cheers!

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Because they feed your friends. They proofread your books. They want you home for Christmas, even when you plan differently. And the list goes on.

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No voice? Cancel Iasi, cancel Galati. Don’t wonder how, just do it. The car is OK, one worry less. However your mum is not going to lay it easy on you. The plus: you managed to pay the credit card, and the health subscription. The minus: you are not so hot on cash anymore. Even less after buying the prescription. Tomorrow is test day. Medical tests. My fav! (If you don’t know me, I am have that ironic tone.)

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a shoe box filled up with homemade cake.

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The transition from male to female it’s easier. Only in selected outlets.

(Yes, I have been shopping. It’s a pre-birthday thing. I induced it last night when I occasionally dropped into the conversation the mention of “oh,these shoes I’ve seen”. Mother immediately picked it up and encouraged me: “It’s your birthday soon, you should go buy them. How much do you need?”. I instantly gave the rough estimate, rounded it to a plus, cashed in and off I went this morning. Before I knew it and before anybody could stop me, my shopping bag added a dream dictionary, for the dormant psychologist in me, two leather wrist accessories, one for the casual, from Motor, one for the posh elitist, from Fossil, a pair of Police sunglasses that made the shop assistant exclaim “How quickly you shopped!”, so I had to confess prowling on eye-ware shops for quite a while now. And USB A and A, male to female.)

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There are two things I don’t like and I had to do them both this morning. Actually, that is misleading. You might think there are only two things I don’t like. So, let me rephrase that. This morning I had to do two things I don’t like, two of the many more things I dislike: waking up seven something and washing in cold water. Being late doesn’t count. One doesn’t do being late. One becomes being late. Or, rather, being late becomes you.

Mom has asked about the ham the other day. “Did you like it?”. She doesn’t know I barely visit the refrigerator these days. And even if I did it on a regular basis I couldn’t have finished all the porc she sent. “Yes, the porc is lovely. There is still plenty of it, too.”

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I am proudly reporting my mum’s use of web cam to get in touch with her son. No, I won’t go into the details of tutoring her, you don’t have to have the patience. I’ve had it, so to speak.

We also have funny conversations.

mum: so, we have just sold the Dacia
me: we still had a Dacia?!?

I had NO idea, they have been using a fancy little Peugeot for the past two years. I am so OUT of touch.

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