#WeekendCoffeeShare – The Anticlimactic Spring

Good morning! Welcome to #WeekendCoffeeShare, thank you for joining me on this summery-feeling spring day.

I took this picture a few days ago. I took a version of this picture using my phone but it didn’t do it justice, not when I could zoom in really close with my 18-400 mm lens.

There’s an anticlimactic feel to this spring as the temperatures sway between late winter and summer. The weatherman has forecasted we’ll be flirting with the 90’s-degree-Fahrenheit on Monday before doing a 20-degree plunge on Wednesday.

They say it’s good for the snowpack, that this roller-coaster temperature swing would slow down the snow from melting too fast, but is it for the human health?

Certainly not good for my health because I get headaches during the sudden cool downs.

If we were having coffee, I would report my pepper seedlings are doing a lot better since last week after feeding it every other day with chemical fertilizers. I know, I know, it’s not organic but it’s an emergency life and death situation.

I had my second oral surgery yesterday. It was the second attempt to close off a hole in my mouth that was caused by a major surgery back in December 2021. I really hope this time works because “the next time,” the surgeon said, “we’ll have to do it at the surgical center,” meaning I’ll have to be put under anesthesia, to sleep.

This surgery wasn’t as bad as the last one, despite involving bone grafts. My left cheek has swelled up just a little bit overnight. I can feel it but I doubt is visible to others.

Meanwhile, mom is treating me like nothing has happened at all, as if I didn’t have my mouth cut open and have a couple of cadaver bones shoved into it. She made baby-back-ribs with large bones. It will be a few days before I can even attempt to eat any kind of meat. It’s not just that, yesterday, as the numbness wore off and I was starting to feel the pain, she kept asking me questions and do stuff regardless of whether I wanted to talk or not.

I spent this morning running around town, doing errands for mom, until 11 AM when I could at last sit down and write this post. First, it was the post office to get a different envelope so she could mail something to her friend in the UK ahead of our trip. Then it was to Walmart to pick up some ink for the printer as it had apparently run out of ink while printing the mailing label. Finally, it was to the post office to drop off the package.

I would love to lie down and take a nap at this moment but unfortunately, I won’t be able to do that as mom wants to go out again.

Photo by Josh Sorenson on Pexels.com

Finally, if we were having coffee, I would tell you my mom wants to get a set of drums in the house. It was sudden, I’ll tell you that. I think she’s trying to do all the things she thinks it’s fun now that she’s approaching 60.

When she mentioned it, I asked, “What happened to when I said it 20 years ago?” It was the instrument I wanted to play when I was 12 or 13. If I could’ve played the drums, I wouldn’t had settled for the piano. I would’ve also joined the marching band when I had the chance. When I told my mom and step-dad I wanted to play drums 20 years ago, all I got in response were, “It’s un-ladylike,” or “it’s not a girl’s instrument.”

Exactly what my grandmother said when I told her I was working in a hay factory in 2017. It’s not “ladylike.”

What does that even mean anymore? So many women are doing men’s jobs these days. We’re fighting in wars, working in assembly lines, flying planes…

After watching a few drum exercises on YouTube, mom tried to practice using plates and chopsticks. Let me tell you, that woman has zero rhythm. She claims she’s not tone-deaf but she’s as tone-deaf as my inability to draw. I tried to show her a few times but it was no use. All I heard was a couple of dull “bang bang bang.”

#weekendcoffeeshare is hosted by Natalie of Natalie the Explorer. I appreciate you stopping by. Until next we chat. 🙂

12 thoughts on “#WeekendCoffeeShare – The Anticlimactic Spring

  1. Life would be odd without tales of your mother. I wonder what my children feel about me. I know they live me, but I must have some things that they hate about me.who can tell? I raised them to challenge me so mostly shut up mom is not offensive. Or, no, your snoring is over the top. The other thing that irritates them is if I talk about them with my close friends. Sometimes I am in real trouble there. LOL you have to a mother to understand us I think.

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    1. Thank you. 😄 I don’t think she’s regretting not letting me play drums when I was little, I think she’s having one of those moments when she’s feeling she must learn something fun before she can’t.


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