Here is an adorable sequence of pictures she drew as a thank you for the Mother’s Day gift I gave her in 1997– a day of doing whatever chore was needed,no matter how bizarre or painstaking, no questions asked. I took care of all the cats, ran errands, vacuumed, and folded laundry.
I also was contacted by John Moxon, who runs a site ALSO called Notes From Mother. He suggested we do a tag team post. 😀
He has some great stuff there, too–check it out!
One of my main chores when I lived at home was vacuuming. And back then, there used to be a weekly swarm of tiny black beetles that would enter the house, crawl across the pale pink living room carpet, and then die when they got to the wall, so the perimeter of the room would have a little line of dead bugs against the walls. So this note is reminding me to take the hose thingy off the vacuum cleaner and suck up all the poor bug carcasses, although it looks like the vacuum is completely running away with me in the drawing.
Just a reminder to do something with the vent so that the area where the cats stayed (specially designed basement, with bathroom) would be warm.
I thought this was a good one for tax time, but this is also one of my favorites because of the drawing and additional silliness in the signature..”Happy Days! Looks Like Dogs..Looks like Cat..Oh, well, Happy Cat!”
Incidentally, we used to feed our cats a kind of semi-moist food called “Happy Cat” that apparently was discontinued because of all the hideous preservatives required to keep it fresh and in its semi-moist state.
Years ago, Mother was going out to get the paper one morning and saw what she thought was a dirty rag lying in the middle of the road. Upon further inspection she realized it was a tiny, unconscious kitten. She quickly scooped him up before a car came and hit him ( a common sport among the human debris drivers in our area–“Run Over the Completely Immobile Animal”) and took him inside. She got him cleaned up, revived and fed, and he became our little “Puffball”. Puff grew to be quite spoiled,but had such an unhealthy start it was hard not to give him anything he wanted–he especially liked baby food. Sadly, at the age of only four both Puff and his brother Patch (who we found a few days later–they were almost identical)both passed on because of kidney failure. They are greatly missed, but we’re glad we at least were able to offer them some sort of better life than being squashed in the road.
I don’t have a clue why Mother was cleaning my birds’ cage; looking at the date, I can only guess maybe I was hurrying around with wedding stuff, or since I had a job for which I traveled a lot, maybe I was just getting home from a trip. Either way,her rendition of my two parrots is pretty funny.
Looks like a Post-It Note pad made its way into our house. I’m pretty sure these are all from 1999, as I had just left working at Stone Mountain Lasers but it looks like I still had some mail coming there. Anyway, there are several “don’t forget” notes in this group, a “go to the store” note, and one to stop laundering money(must have left some dollar bills in my pocket and they went through the wash) because “this is not New Jersey”!