“Do not publish this; just draft and send to D.”
That’s how I started to write this blog post because I am a wimp. My son, not only thinks I’m a wimp, he is certain I am a wimpy liberal.
I live in New York, where he says, “The rest of the liberals live.”
He lives in Arizona, where I say, “The rest of the conservatives live.”
He says, “Ma, you believe that whatever goes on in New York, goes on everywhere.”
I say , “Whatever goes on in Arizona is typical of those what-do-you-call them states?”
He says, “Flyover.”
I say, “Right.”
Then he says, “That’s your problem, Mom; you and all the rest of your ignorant, narcissistic liberals in New York measure the whole world by your own fogged up lenses. “
We were discussing a political question relative to the day’s news….something that was posted on Facebook that my son was totally shocked and offended by. Because I am a wimp and afraid to put too much out there, I won’t tell you what the issue was or who posted it. Sorry.
I listened to my son. He said, “How can anyone put such a thing on Facebook? It’s totally narcissistic and indicative of the way people in NY feel.
I said, “Believe it or not, I agree with you.”
My son was not letting me off the hook. “Why don’t you write about the real important things in life instead of fear of driving over bridges, peeling onions, farmers’ markets, piles of excrement on the sidewalk, etc.,” he said. “Then someone will pay attention to you. “
I said, “Because I am an old lady, and I want to have fun with my blog, and I must write about what I know….as evidenced by the categories listed in this blog.”
There is that part of me that says my real book could be based on these conversations between mother and son…… A Wimpy Liberal Mother Talks Life with Her Big Mouthed Conservative Son, but I’m too chicken to write anything…..for now.