Mentally prepare for my mother's visit...

My mother wants to get webcams for both of us so she can see me every day. ‘I can see your flat, your friends and your cat!’ It does dawn on my sometimes that she doesn’t have a point of reference for anything in my everyday life. I talk about my friends and she doesn’t know what anyone looks like, she can’t picture where I live, nothing. I s’pose if we had that we would be closer. She can’t even look at my flickr photos, because she doesn’t use the computer she has, and I don’t think she’s gone to anyone’s house and looked at them, like she says she does. But I think the webcam idea is complicated to the point of not happening.

So the new project is this. Get snap-happy everywhere with everyone, get prints and put them in the post to her. It’ll be nice for her and fun for me and then maybe when she gets here it won’t seem so otherworldly.

and when she gets one and decides to use it, I know I’ll have lots of support and it will be a laugh at least. Ten years is a long time. I’m ready to show her how I live my life.

Seriously. Think about that. I’ll wait.

She thinks I’m turning 25. When I said it was 27, she then called me ‘old’.

I’m actually quite amused.

Thanks, Ma.

My mother hasn’t visited me here since I was 16, that one ended very badly, the result of which being we didn’t speak for two years.

Bygones.

I’m the one who always travels to see her and every time I leave with the words ‘Next time it’s your turn.’

Well now.

Awhile ago she started making noises about visiting, and she’s never gone so far as to talk about booking and asking my opinion on which airline to use. We’ve talked about all these things.

We shall see.