My mom came last month as part of her grand tour before she departs on an 18 month religious mission to Australia. We had some good times, but I made her go to my water aerobics class and I cracked the whip too hard. So, I hope she has recovered from that. She also watched Zoe's gymnastics, went to my favorite Indian buffet, listened to me teach music class, ate my home-made bread, slept in the trundle bed, and helped me schlepp kids around. Good times were had, right Jo?
I'm the only one who calls her Jo. Here's why: When I was a student at the U of U, I phoned her up one day, and when she answered, instead of launching into, "Hey Mom!," I formally asked, "May I please speak to Jo?" She recognized my voice and was rather confused. "Ah..." To which I cut her of with the punchline, "Jo Mama!"
For several years she would leave phone and email messages from "Jo Mama." Maybe that's secretly what the J in CJ stands for.
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