Dada, Compliments of Real Life
Oct. 17th, 2006 09:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dcseainMy friend Lorelei and i periodically help her mother, The Mama, with things around the house and/or yardwork. One day, a few years back, we were doing yardwork. We'd finished up and went into the house for some tea.
Our water had just come to a boil when The Mama came into the kitchen and told us she had one more thing she wanted us to do; she'd found a dead bird a few weeks prior, and it was in the freezer.
Being accustomed to random things in general, and especially from The Mama, we waited. The Mama opened the freezer, reached in and produced a freezer bag, in which was a thoroughtly frozen bird, of which type i do not recall.
We sipped our tea, waiting. The Mama then asked us to give it a proper burial. So i took the bagged, frozen, bird, and we finished our tea. Then Lorelei and i went outside, and discussed what to do, and *why* does The Mama always have to pull things like this on us, whatever.
We grabbed some tools, and pried up a couple bricks at the edge of the grape arbour, dug under them, deposited the bird, sans bag, covered it with some soil, and replaced the bricks. We realized then that The Mama was watching tearfully from the kitchen window, so we stood there solmenly while i rectited a Salve Regina in Latin, then we remained standing there until The Mama disappeared from the window.
Our water had just come to a boil when The Mama came into the kitchen and told us she had one more thing she wanted us to do; she'd found a dead bird a few weeks prior, and it was in the freezer.
Being accustomed to random things in general, and especially from The Mama, we waited. The Mama opened the freezer, reached in and produced a freezer bag, in which was a thoroughtly frozen bird, of which type i do not recall.
We sipped our tea, waiting. The Mama then asked us to give it a proper burial. So i took the bagged, frozen, bird, and we finished our tea. Then Lorelei and i went outside, and discussed what to do, and *why* does The Mama always have to pull things like this on us, whatever.
We grabbed some tools, and pried up a couple bricks at the edge of the grape arbour, dug under them, deposited the bird, sans bag, covered it with some soil, and replaced the bricks. We realized then that The Mama was watching tearfully from the kitchen window, so we stood there solmenly while i rectited a Salve Regina in Latin, then we remained standing there until The Mama disappeared from the window.
