At first this entry was intended to be called "who are you and what have you done with my mom", but Gandalf's words seem more suitable. The inconceivable happened today; or at least, the I-didn't-think-it-was-possible-anymore has happened.
I went to lunch at my parents' house. Normally, usual family gossip is discussed. Occasionally a question is asked, which I try to answer, but not much interest is shown in my activities, so it's dropped rather quickly. This time - I don't know what happened, but - my mother listened. I mean, she actually LISTENED. To me. To what I had to say. She showed some interest in the world I've been spending so much time in for the past 7 months. It all started when I mentioned a package that arrived from a friend overseas; "Where did you meet all these people, on the Internet?" Wondered mother. Yup, said I, in the forums. "The forums of that singer, right? Johnny something?" Johnny is right, mom, but he's not a singer, he's a figure skater. "Oh, right. What's his last name again?" Weir. "Is he Jewish?" *giggles* No, mom. Well, it's a typical question from a Yiddishe Mama.
Then I ended up telling her about my wonderful friends - in the U.S., in Europe, even in Russia - and I mentioned I've learned to make videos. Mom seemed to still be listening - normally, this would be the stage where she'd lose interest, even on the best days - and I showed her two of the videos, Weirology Lessons 1 and 2. She didn't understand much, but seemed impressed by the videos themselves - the way they were put together. "When did you have time for this?", she asked. Uhm, well... "All those sleepless nights, huh?..." Among other things... yeah. But hey, this was the positive side of the sleepless nights.
Pigs all over the world have begun considering a career in aviation. And on a less cynical note: thank you, mom. It was the right thing to do and it moved me. And tomorrow during our morning phone conversation, I'll tell you that. Oink :)
