in conversation with mom

Talking with my mom on the phone the other day ...

Mom:
Where are you and when am I gonna see you?
Me:
I'm in Maine and I'm coming to visit in a few months, Mom.
Mom:
Oh, I can hardly ... uh ... do what people do around that.
Me:
Do you mean you can hardly wait?
Mom:
I can't quite hear you.
Me:
Put the phone closer to your ear, Mom. Now can you hear me?
Mom:
I can hear you but I’m not really ... getting anything.
Me:
Is it because you can’t hear me, or that you can’t understand what I'm saying?
Mom:
Probably a little of both. (she laughs)
Me: 
You’re crazy, Mom. (chuckling)
Mom:
Well, then that makes two of us! (we both laugh)
Me:
So how are you feeling lately?
Mom:
Oh, still loving life.
Me:
You’re doing pretty great for being eighty-three years old, Mom.
Mom:
Really? I’m that old? That can’t be!
Me:
Yep, I'll be fifty next year and you are eighty-three.
Mom:
Well, then we better start living it up! (we both crack up)

I couldn’t agree more, Mom. Missing you. I'll be back again to see you in the spring.

Mom and Me 2006