01 November 2011

7 electronic mail

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.


7 comments:

Les Savy Ferd said...

I do hope that it is in fact no big deal. Also, I like that the 'from' line of the email reads: debo.

oline said...

the nickname i have coined for my mother that absolutely no one calls her.

ps. this just in from debo: "They got all the bad stuff and just finished sewing up his nose."

oline said...

also they are eating breakfast at perkins and then heading home.

Osutein said...

Glad to hear your dad's doing well! And yes, that was a particularly well-written email about recovering from surgery in a big leather chair.

Linda said...

"Everything is about relaxing" should be on a t-shirt.

oline said...

indeed. my mother once made this statement about how she tends to come off as a "head in the air flower child." "everything is about relaxing" certainly backs that up. and the t-shirt should be hypercolor. but then, i think everything should be hypercolor.

The Whiffer said...

"coloured by this context" - a wee bit jealous of that one. Your mum sounds lovely.