Way back in the 90s, college had given me a lot of new habits. Once such habit, being more brazen with my words, was dubbed “saucy” by my unimpressed mother. I had seen some SNL episodes by then, and kept telling her it was “Sassy!” not Saucy. She was not moved.
I have in this way perhaps an unconventional relationship with my dear parents. I am pretty unrestricted. This especially comes out when trying to convince them to do something dramatic.
Yesterday, I was determined to remove a bookshelf and put a clothes rack in its place. My father was pretty sure this was a bad idea, and did not see how I could accomplish the task. I have my belongings packed into that room, and it is stuffed to the gills. But I persevered! The shelf is now temporarily stored in the garage, and he and I got some good exercise moving it. My mom and I maneuvered a clothes rack into the shelf’s place. Things are happening slowly, but I am happy!