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Time difference


I’m stuck home alone with Maternal Grandma while the parents are in the States. It’s Dad’s birthday. And Grandma is very insistent on wishing her son-in-law on his birthday. And thus begins the trauma.

At 12 pm.
Grandma: oh! Today’s your dad’s birthday!
Me: I know. It’s 1 am of the day before now.
Grandma: oh. Okay. So shall we call him?
Me: in 8 hours. They sleep in till 9 am.
Grandma: oh. Okay.

At 2 pm.
Grandma: shall we call your dad now?
Me: what? No! It’s…. 3 am there. We can call at 8 pm our time. That’s in 6 hours.
Grandma: oh. Okay.

At 4 pm.
Grandma: shall we call your dad now?
Me: no..it’s…. Sigh. No. Okay? It’s not morning yet.
Grandma: what?? It’s 4 in the afternoon!
Me: for us, yes! Not for them!
Grandma: oh. Okay.

At 4:30 pm.
Grandma: shall we call your dad now?
Me: no!
Grandma: oh. Okay.

At 5 pm.
Grandma: shall we call your dad now?
Me: no!
Grandma: oh. Okay.

At 5:30 pm.
Grandma: now?
Me: no!
Grandma: oh. Okay.

At 6 pm.
Grandma opens her mouth.
Me: no!
Grandma shuts her mouth.

At 6:30 pm.
Grandma looks at me.
Me: sigh. Look. It’s still night in that country. Across the seven seas. You know? They. Are. Still. SLEEPING. We’ll call when its 8 o’ clock here. Then it will be 9 o’ clock there.
Grandma thinks for a moment: will it be 9 o’ clock in the morning or 9 in the evening for them?
Me: just…..don’t talk to me anymore, OK?


Ides of Mother

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Mum and I discuss going to see the movie, The Ides of March. I wanted to see it because tense thriller, yada yada and CLOONEY and GOSLING.
Mum was going because opportunity to order daughter around, eat popcorn and because I’d been whining about going alone and maybe get murdered by mysterious assailant.

An hour before we leave home, I suddenly think to check the movie’s certification. Given my family’s propensity to embarrassedly change channels when Disney characters are kissing, I thought it wise to just make sure politics was all we’d be seeing on-screen.

Blast and bugger it all.
Ides is A rated for language. And what I hoped were scenes involving Gosling or Clooney with their clothes off. But obviously Mother could not be taken to it now.
I bounced out to the living room where she was frowning censoriously at soap opera where a husband was patting his wife’s shoulder.

Me: okay, I think we should re-think. This movie is rated A.
Mom: oh. Not A-plus?
Me: mum, an A rating doesn’t refer to how good it is. It’s rated for Adults.
The Mother’s brow wrinkled.
Me: so there might some “scenes” and some bad language. And you’ll just get irritated.
Mom: no, I won’t get irritated. It will just ruin the mood.
Me: (baby Clooney and Gosling? I’m in the mo-wait yuck, this is my MOM.) yeah, so you’ll get irritated.
Mom: no, I won’t get irritated. Just my mood will be ruined.
Me: yeah, meaning you’ll not like it and be irritated.
Mom: you mean like you’re irritating me now?
Me: don’t you mean like I’m ruining your mood?
Mom: sulk.
Me: (no Gosling. no Clooney) is there any chocolate?