MarineScallop of Trill

I've been on many travels in the last week. I hardly know where to begin the trip report, so I guess I'll put it off till tomorrow! We just got back from a trip to Ann Arbor, where we met with some old friends from very long ago--people we used to be in a religious cult with. We talked about some disturbing things. We stopped for a brief visit to my mother on the way back. And then when I called her tonight, the first thing I had to do, after this very disturbing couple of days in which some deep waters of the past were stirred and troubled, was to have a conversation with her about her relationship with this boyfriend of hers. You know, a person can be basically sex positive, and can recognize that older people still have feelings and desires, even after 90, and yet this same person can still just NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT when her mother decides to talk about her sex life. Oy gevalt. It's especially aggravating because, when I was a kid, sex was an absolutely forbidden topic and I got no education or help whatsoever and would never have dreamed of talking to my mother about ANY relationship I had, nor would she have had a clue how to respond if I had. So once again, I'm being called upon to give my mother things she never gave to me. And at a time when I'm already emotionally exhausted and could use a break. Ah well. It costs me nothing, really, to lend an ear. As long as I can get off the phone and watch Hawaii Five-O to forget my troubles.