In an effort to remain hip to the The Teenagers lingo I listen carefully, although stating it like that makes me decidedly unhip. Many of the phrases, music, and movies are coming back around and I hear my own mother’s voice echo in my head. “I used to have that same dress” says the voice, or “I used to listen to that music” shake head vigorously. I listen closely because I want to pick up the secret teenage code and be aware without embarrassing The Teenager. For instance if a young girl within earshot says “I had surgery and those pills they gave me were awesome.” Her name automatically gets added to a list in my head, and that list is called “I have my eye on you little girl.”
A word that the kids are using these days is “banger” I know!!!!! right!!!! It is a word that can summon a number of images to ones head, especially a mother of a beautiful teenaged daughter. Fortunately, The Teenager thinks this is a ridiculous word for party and promises she will never attend a “banger.”
I have been encouraging The Teenager to have friends over so I can quietly get to know these walking masses of hormones. She had a few friends over yesterday and I set about working on a chair.
This just happened in real-time as I write this.
The Associate- Can you glue his hair back on?
Me- Maybe grampa went bald. Maybe it is a toupee.
The Associate- Maybe, can I have an Ice cream cone?
Me- You need to have a sandwich first.
The Associate- Ok.
Then I went down to grab some more coffee and she was just finishing up an ice cream sandwich. sigh.
Back to the chair. I was sitting at the kitchen table because there was “a nice breeze” (bringing their voices in the window) I learned quite a bit in that time. First of all and most importantly they actually wanted The Associate to hang with them. WOW. I think I could like these kids. A few wandered through on the way the bathroom and I cataloged the ones who or whom (*sorry Mickey and Nicky) said hello and or thank you. I am pleased to say not a single name made it on the list today, and the chatter was nice background to actually finish my chair.
So…. this chair came to me one day on a walk through the neighborhood. I brought her home and I cleaned and shined her up.
Some glue and a chair clamp settled her back together.
A whole bunch of belts, a hammer and some upholstery nails, and I had myself a banger.
*I apologize to Mickey and Nicky for my grammatical incompetence. I am sure you both wince when you read my blog, but I will never be as eloquent as either of you so I am gonna call it poetic license. xo