Saturday, July 26, 2008

Oh My Gosh, I'm Turning into My Mother!!

I thought I had at least another ten years before the inevitable happened, but no such luck. Today makes it official: I am turning into my mother. In preparation for my vacation (I leave later today!), I have been doing the exact same crazy things that I used to make fun of my mother behind her back (and occasionally to her face) for doing.

The other day, I spent two hours ironing all the clothes that I'm taking, just like Mom always does. Of course, they'll just get wrinkled again in the suitcase, but my brain apparently uses Mom-logic now. I made the copious packing lists, again like her, and packed the full pharmacy of medication (just in case). I'm prepared for anything from a typhoon to dessert conditions to nuclear fallout; Mom is probably nodding her head in approval as she reads this. For sight-seeing, I packed "sensible" shoes, and I made sure to pack only nice underwear, just in case I get into a tragic accident and they have to undress me at the hospital.

Today, even scarier Mom-morphing occurred. I deep-cleaned my entire apartment, so that if anyone should happen to break in while I'm gone, they won't be able to accuse me of being a sloppy housekeeper. All dairy products have been cleaned out of the refrigerator, and the floor is freshly mopped. I'm even planning to make the bed.

Yep, I might just as well change my name to Sharon now. I am officially my mother.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"