Miguel: [punches a long series of numbers into telephone, amazed that he can remember his parents' number while simultaneously forgetting PIN codes and passwords at random]
Voice on telephone: Hello?
Miguel: Happy Mother’s Day!
Voice: Why, thank you! How’re you?
Miguel: I’m fine, how’re you? Doing anything special for Mother’s Day?
Voice: I’m watching a squirrel outside the window, on top of the bird feeder your dad put into the big stump.
Miguel: That’s nice.
Voice: We may have salmon later on. It was on special, so I bought four pounds and froze it.
Miguel: We’re having a nice day. I made fruit.
Voice: Oh, a darn fly! I hate it when a fly gets into the house. We’re always careful not to open the doors wide when we come in.
Miguel: Fly, huh.
Voice: Oh, where’d he go? It’s under the table!
Miguel: You’d like it at our house. We live across the street from a pig sty.
Voice: [Loud whacking noise!!] There!
Miguel: Oh! Heh.
Voice: I picked up some roast beef for your dad for lunch. It doesn’t seem to make his feet swell, so I guess it’s low sodium.
Miguel: Anyway, we’re having a nice day…
Voice: Lottery’s $70 million now, have to go over to the mall and get some tickets.
Miguel: Lilac’s blooming…
Voice: Well, I don’t want to run up your telephone bill! Send everyone our love!
Miguel: Same here. Be sure and take it easy for Mother’s Day.
Talking to mom recently
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So is she generally unfamiliar with the whole intimate conversation thing? I have a grandmother like that; happily her husband is a good listener…
But I still haven’t driven the 500 miles to visit them in over 4 years. I should probably take Brendan down there while they’re still around…
Oh lord, are you sure you didn’t call my mom?
If you’re not sure, what are you doing calling my mom? My dad could kick your ass.
Yet another parallel, at least the repetition part. My father, on the other hand, is nearly deaf with tinnitus. Which I am also developing.