Tuesday, May 27, 2008
May 27: Pentola
I generally keep my house pretty clean and tidy, but it's not a big priority in my life. When my mother used to visit, I would go into overdrive to make everything immaculate, because one's desire for maternal approval never seems to end. Inevitably, shortly after she arrived, she'd notice my toaster and pans were less than shiny. She'd get out the copper polish and clean the bottoms of my pans, and then clean my toaster until it glowed. I know she thought she was being helpful, but it annoyed the hell out of me at the time.
Now she's 85, lives in an assisted living community and is too frail to visit very often. When she does, she just seems happy to be around the family and no longer mentions my housekeeping failures.
(The plural of pot may be pentole, but I'm not sure and couldn't confirm it on the internet.)