emails from my mother really only make sense when you realize that she first encountered email somewhere in the early 90s, when it was a professional resource used exclusively for governmental affairs.
though she no longer works for the government, my mother's communication continues to be colored by this context. meaning, her emails are usually signed "Deborah" and their tone is stringently professional even when their content is not.
my father had surgery today to remove some cancer cells. because he has repeatedly assured us that this is not a big deal, it has evidently wound up such a small deal that none of us could keep the date straight. and so it is something i thought had already happened... last tuesday, thursday, and yesterday.
but it is apparently happening today. like, RIGHT NOW. i know this because my mother has been emailing me progress reports every twenty minutes.
i've often wondered where the compulsion to write originated. reading my mother's narrative account of my dad's operation i see, clearly, it was in my genes.