Parents came and parents left. After some consideration I've realized that parental visit this time around actually bore a striking similarity to the llama song (my God the llama song, I got it stuck in my head twice within a week of being introduced to it) -- in the sense that the first time you listen to it, after the 50 seconds of photos and inane lyrics flash by, you're left sitting thinking "What ...on earth just happened?"
They brought a HUGE load of food, asked me why I'm doing a PhD instead of a masters, I fed mom peptobismul (she was having stomach problems again), and I tried to update them on my life per their request (let's see...lab, lab, chores, lab, ooooh I volunteered at the Science Festival, that was fun, see this giant poster I have now? Nope, sorry mom, no boyfriend yet) while they randomly cleaned things. (I suspect that bring food & clean stuff may be in my genes as well, given their and my current tendencies, though so long as I refrain from procreating it may not get quite as bad.) It was good overall. Mom is flying back to Beijing in a few weeks and I confused both of my parents with the staple-less stapler. ("Is a card scanner?" "It doesn't require electricity?" "Is it a hole puncher?" "You can press down on it? What does it do? Did you just break it?")They brought over a catalog from "Bags and Bows" that they received in the mail because they remembered (!) that I like to flip through catalogs and occasionally I'd decide to keep one, and this one is definitely a keeper. It has patterns and color-coordination that is actually tasteful. I may have to start drawing Alice more so I can try to stick her in different color-theme inspired dresses.
Right. Off and about for the other stuff then.
"asked me why I'm doing a PhD instead of a masters"
ReplyDelete...isn't it a little too late for that?
And is it really that surprising that your parents remembered something you like? :\