Happy Saturday! Welcome to another edition of #weekendcoffeeshare, hosted by the lovely Natalie of Natalie the Explorer. Let’s grab a drink and have a chat!

If we were having coffee, I would tell you despite all the furies and cheers this week, I will not be talking about politics here on this blog. I feel politics is a very taboo subject, it’s one of those subjects that unless you’re an expert, you should just shut up.

Still, I have to listen to it all the time because that seems to be the only subject my mom and her siblings can agree on these days. I can’t really talk to my mom these days unless it’s regarding the stock market or politics. These days, she will really only talk to me these days when she needs me to re-bandage her wound or clean her wound or take a picture of her wound.

No, even after almost 2 months, the wound from her back surgery has not healed. There’s a small hole that wouldn’t close. If there’s anyone to blame for this, I think it would be her.

She disobeyed doctor’s orders to take it easy and keep the wound from water. I bought her waterproof bandages but she made me return it. She began walking on the treadmill 2 weeks after the surgery. She tried to get her wound to close by using a heat lamp, even with all the metal in her back. Let’s not mention all the pills she’s taken. It feels like she’s doing everything she can to jeopardize the recovery.

I tried to tell her to stop and just take it easy but just like all the other times, she ignored my suggestions only to come to me about the uses of the various medication stocked in the pantry.

I told my supervisor about my mom’s interruption in my meetings. He said he could talk to my mom’s supervisor to make her stop. In my mind, that felt like a sort of restraining order, which felt harsh.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you my mom’s planning a trip to Taiwan next year and she’s planning on dragging me with her. I’ve voiced many times on this blog of how I dislike travel by plane. I feel such a hassle of going through airport security and packing and unpacking and jet lag and being stuck on a plane for hours with my painful knees. Obviously, no one in the family gets it.

My mom seems to think I don’t have to work, that my job isn’t important. “Stop looking at yourself as an important person at work,” she would often say, “you’re expandable, anyone can do your job.”

Actually, no. There’s a reason why my supervisor had me my colleagues. I’ve been in this role for 6 years and there has been many tasks within this role that I’ve revolutionized over the years, which only I know how to do. My co-worker, who’s been with the company for 13 years, still asks me questions despite she was doing my job before I took over. So yes, my work is important.

If we were having coffee, I will close by saying it’s been a pleasure chatting with you but I must get going. This garden won’t clean itself. After a week with low overnight temperatures (in the upper 20’s-degrees-Fahrenheit), part of the garden is dead. I went out and took a look at the tomatoes yesterday, liquid was oozing from the stem. Yes, the plant was dead as a door-nail.

I hope to get most of the cleanup done in the garden before my mom’s siblings come over. It’s open enrollment for health insurance and my mom will have me sign up their insurance for them.