fredericks

My evening after work was spent watching Hellboy (which, on second viewing, I still am ambivalent towards), eating pretty craptacular Dominos Pizza, and playing Scrabble with one of my brothers and my mother. She started it. She's enamored with it at the moment, apparently because her postal co-workers play it during the night shift (and I know why my mail rarely seems to arrive on-time anymore). Generally I find it annoying to play, especially of late, since I'm often tired and out of sorts, but I find myself making time if only because she wants to. I'm strangely protective of my mother, and I find myself wanting to accommodate her on the occasion that often surprises me. Don't get me wrong; we have our disagreements and the woman knows how to cut me to the bone. Still, my relationship with her is a hell of a lot more solid than the one I have with my father. I defend her (although not always vocally) when my father makes cracks about her or attempts to make her seem foolish. If she asks me to do something or go somewhere with her, I'm lots more likely to go along with her than with the pops. I'm not looking to be profound here, I was just sitting in the dark on my bed and found it so very interesting the various emotions she can stir in me. Goddamn that maternal bond. It makes everything else all screwy.