Katy Perry (And I) Took A Stairway To Heaven

Last week was lovely.

Our kids came for Thanksgiving.

They stayed 4 nights.

We ate turkey, and drank champagne, and made each other laugh.

We played board games and went to dinner out and watched holiday movies.

The house was humming, and happy, and whole.

Also, my mother came.


I love my mother.

She was the absolute center of my universe growing up.

She fought the monsters and kept me safe.

She influenced every good attribute I have.

She was a fairy princess.

Now, not so much.

Here is a list of things I now need to consider:

1)  I dress like one of those Judd women. (Not a clue people- not a clue).

2)  Why my hair doesn’t look salon prepared ever day. 

3)  How I can possibly believe that I, alone, can grow anything in the winter. (It’s zone 9 and the garden will go ‘to bed’ shortly, but whatever).

4)  I remind my mother of her mother-n-law (who she did not really like) because I sometimes tuck a tissue in my sleeve and like outdoor jackets that gather at the waist and keep a tidy linen closet. Also, I have a strange affinity for glass-fronted linen doors. My mother can see this clearly. Maybe she means the tidy linen?

5)  My grandmother’s special butter rings don’t look good. Yes, the taste is there, but the presentation is off.

6)  A good tip is $5 and anyone who receives one should be very grateful of the largesse. 

7)  That the Pepper Pike house wife fashion models of 60’s Cleveland were posser’s (my word- not hers), even though she was a Chagrin Falls house wife fashion model in the 60’s.  

8)  My mother has always purchased real estate with primary consideration to the long-term financial outcome, which is interesting since she has only owned two houses in my lifetime and she still lives in the second one- outcome pending.

9)  Her interior decorating skills go way beyond the call of duty, as she often successfully solves marital problems and provides esoteric zen-like experiences for her clients to stretch out of their ‘comfort zones’. She, on the other hand, wears basic black and has white walls. 

10) She thinks my blog is ‘Pathetic’.

That’s right folks, P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C. 

Never mind that she doesn’t own a computer, has no access to the internet, doesn’t know what a blog is, and has never read mine- it’s ‘pathetic’. 

I think she meant ‘blogging’ is pathetic- in general, and that makes up for it don’t you think? 

Sweet Baby Jesus let me breath, smile, and take her gently by the elbow into the car for lunch in the Quarter without a quick trip by a crested levee on the river. 

Of course she always thought I should have been an international lawyer, or the CEO of Pepsi, or Anna Wintour‘s right hand whip.

As it was, after that aforementioned lunch in the Quarter, I insisted we walk around and wrap ourselves in the vibe of voodoo shops, world-class art galleries, and street performers.

Thank God these girls showed up with Katy Perry…

and helped me climb the 
Stairway To Heaven.

Tanya & Dorise
Instrumental Duets

  • Carla BeDell - Wow! Sorry for that lack of parental support! You seem to take it in stride and with humor. Good for you!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - It’s either laugh, or kill her. Because of the season of brotherly love I’ve chosen the first. All bets are off after the first of the year. Hahahaaaa…smack.ReplyCancel

  • Anonymous - My heart goes out to your mother. She must feel incredible, deeply-rooted pain to act that way. Blessings to you both.

  • Natalie DeYoung - Remarks like that and we’d have been estranged within minutes. You are a kind soul full of magnanimity and largesse. And if blogging is pathetic, well, then at least there’s a tribe of us losers to support and love each other. πŸ˜‰ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Is this not unreal or what? Can you imagine? She didn’t say it to MY face- she said it to my children. Probably worse. I’m still trying to process it. Thank God for our TRIBE! Jesus…..ReplyCancel

  • Carollynn @ www.designGumbo.net - I’m relatively new to reading your blog, but I have to tell you, your posts are sometimes the high light of my crazy day. You rock Cheryl – thank you for providing the posts that you do. Your mom many not have an appreciation for what you do, but it looks like there is a whole bunch of us who do.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - And you, my friend, are THE highlight of MY DAY!!! What a wonderful compliment. I’m speechless (and THAT’s saying something). Please continue to stop by or I’ll cry….ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - I’m sorry your mother has that kind of view of things… it’s very sad that she can’t be more positive.ReplyCancel

  • Sandra Sallin - She sounds like where you got your funny bone. Plus you keep a near linen closet. What more could you want?ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - If she had only ever BEEN funny. Not so much. And my father wasn’t either. But my sister and I developed a sense of humor in spite of it. Maybe BECAUSE of it? And, really, who doesn’t love a tidy linen closet?ReplyCancel

  • Bryan Jones - You skillfully capture some of the complexities so common to the mother-daughter relationship. Pleased to hear that you’ve managed to immunize yourself against the criticism and undermining comments.ReplyCancel

  • wampumhome - Aww, the loving bond of mother daughter.. HAHAHAHA…. My husband of all people taught me years ago how to not let my mom get under my skin. I had to adapt a ‘man’s view’ for this. His mom was the queen of mean, I mean MEAN and she always smiled while digging deep with her words. So, back to his advice. He said he just smiles and nods (yup, like a bobble head). Smile and nod. Well, I tried it, it made me crazy the first few times, but it worked! It worked so well, I’ve applied to all people who frustrate the hell out of me (including himself) at times. The unexpected surprise was once I started ‘reacting’ to what I perceived was mean and negative comments I started having a better relationship with my mom and hearing ‘between the lines’ and she seems to now have much kinder words for me (maybe she did all the time, but I was perceiving it all different??). Just smile and nod πŸ™‚ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Excellent advise. I will smile and nod in the future, but that silent scream (cue: Van Gogh) seems to be in my back pocket, crawling up my back and wanting to rear it’s head around my face. No! Go down evil monster! Smile and nod. Smile and nod…..ReplyCancel

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