I guess nothing has really changed. Or has it?

The morning seems typical.  I am in my room getting ready to go and my Mom is in the living room doing  today's newspaper's crossword puzzle.  I've got music playing pretty loudly, maybe too loudly for her taste, but she has always allowed us to have our own stereos as long as the music was somewhat confined to our rooms.   Sometimes I even hear her humming along to my music. And as I am getting dressed it hits me pretty hard:  Some things truly don't change.  

Because I'm not living on Grosse Ile anymore and I am certainly not 17 any longer but I am indeed back living with my Mom and 28 years later, 23 years where we didn't live together nor within 500 miles of each other, we still have the same morning routine.  Instead of the Detroit Free Press crossword she is tackling the Washington Post crossword and on occasion she still asks me a tv, movie, music, history or sports question that she thinks I can answer.  And on a day like today when I am going to an interview I am constantly walking out into the living room and getting her opinion on my outfits/suits.  I swear she even licked her finger, like she did when we were young, and try to get a smudge off of my neck but 12 hours later she denies that happened this morning.  It DID.

We've already agreed, as discussed previously, that we live in a one-butt kitchen so we have moved on from that debate for the most part though she likes to come into the kitchen when I am cooking to "help", I just shoo her out and she goes.  We've even started splitting chores pretty evenly which is working out well.  She may tell you that I do things 80% and quit but honestly I love to do laundry, I just hate putting it away.  We can save this topic for another day.

However, we are spending a lot of time "debating" an issue that has arisen now that it is much hotter outside.  On one hand, this is her house and she is used to keeping the air conditioning on but barely and I am trying to be respectful.  On the other hand, it's so damn hot in there I can barely breathe.  Even Hobbes the Tabby Cat has asked for a summer brush cut so he doesn't sweat so much.    I've tried reasoning, I've tried changing the thermostat myself and I've tried begging but to no avail.   This debate has been going on for about a week and I guess my next step is to just start walking around the house naked all the time.  I welcome any other of your ideas.  

I know I have been absolutely awful about keeping up my Blog but I will continue to try and write more often.  Cheers, have a great holiday weekend, and be safe.