Dinnertime
“What did you do to the avocado?” Mom grumbled.
“It got mushy when I mixed it with the cucumber and tomatoes," I replied. "I guess it's like guacamole. But it's not too bad, right?"
Silence.
“It's not poisonous,” she said begrudgingly.
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Planning Ahead
“If you die, I get your Vitamix,” Piper said.
“I get your All-Clad skillets,” Akela replied.
“Doesn’t anyone want any of my stuff?” I asked.
Silence.
“I’ll take your trash cans,” Piper said after a while.
I own a bunch of attractive Japanese trash cans made from ayous wood. One of them cost me $70.
“What about my laptop?”
“I’d prefer your trash cans.”
“Akela?”
“Uh . . . I’ll . . . " She couldn’t think of anything.
Coasters
For Christmas, I gave Mom several presents, including a set of artisan felted wool coasters. The set consisted of two mustard yellow coasters and two royal blue coasters, with an artsy silkscreened design on the top of each coaster.
After a few months, I noticed that Mom consistently used the blue coasters on the correct side and the yellow coasters turned over to wrong side.
"You don’t like the yellow coasters?" I asked her one day.
"It’s fine."
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