Weird story time.
I told my Mom today that I wanted to sign up for the other watercolour class I mentioned in an earlier post. Expecting resistance and a speech she replied with “Well I guess I can give you a bit of money for that.”
. . .
NO RESISTANCE. Not only no resistance, BUT AN OFFERING OF MONIES. She won’t pay for my degree but she’ll pay for this?
So I asked her. I said right there with my mouth still agape in shock: “Do you want me to be an artist or something?” she replies “Well you can’t really do anything with that, but you could sell paintings” to which I say “THAT’S WHAT AN ARTIST DOES, MOM.”
So then I tested her.
“Maybe after I get my degree in Political Science I’ll go do a Fine Arts degree. I could offer private classes like Pat Ryan does [the person who teaches me]”
DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAID?
“There you go, that’s a good idea.”
I swear to Our Lady of Guadalupe she was serious. I will never understand her for as long as I live.
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