my mom's day in castroville vs. my mom's day in houston

All typos in this post represent my current meidcated state and are not due to my usual carelessness

In castroville:
My mom wakes up at about 9, when I call her.  Usually my dad is just bringing her her coffee and paper.  They read the paper together for about an hour and then they get ready for the day.  My mom takes about an hour and a half to shower, put on her makeup and poop twice.  She cannot go anywhere until she does this (poop) and she will not go anywhere, not even out to work in the garden without full hair and makeup.  Because she lives in a small town and grew up in a small town, and you never know who you might see.

At about 11, they go--either yard work or to San Antonio to work out at the Lackland airforce base gym.  If they "go into town," then they generally eat lunch there, usually at Pete's taco house, but sometimes at Jims. They stop off at the HEB on Potranco road (or po-trrranco, as my mother says, because all words are Spanish in origin and must be pronounced correctly).  Thdy get some things for supper, and usually a little rosemary cheese and olives or some other--i can't think of the word right now but it is that meat stuff that is on the appetizer menu at fancy places. charcuterie?  who cares.

They come home and my dad fixes dinner, then they water plants and enjoy their neighbors.  If they don't go to town, they spend the entire day in the yard, woodshop or sewing, and have a late lunch and snacks for dinner.

Then they watch their shows, which include, but are not limited to : NCIS, the new version of the closer, Grey's Anatomy, that show with tom selleck in it, modern family, and any sporting event involving the spurs or the cowboys or ut, tam, or tech football.  Btw- they get mad and the cowboys, and  my dad calls them bumbling boobs.

Then they play on the computer and finish their sudukos and go to bed.

In Houston:

She get up at 6, gets ready, gets annabelle ready,  takes her to school, comes home takes tallulah to school, gets her coffee at "starbach's"  helps me go to the bathroom, steps on my foot and gets yelled at, cleans tallulah's room, deals with the dog, gets me ready for physical therapy by helping me put on underwear and pants, looking for my, err, feminine products (which she calls kotexes), gets me in and out of the car, takes my to physical therapy, corrects my pronunciation of san felipe (street not saint) picks up the girls, deals with after school tantrums, cleans out the chicken coop and gives them food and water, makes dinner (roast chicken), brings me sodas, medicine, and toast, and now she is about to leave to pick up my vegetables from the food co-op.

It's 4:30 .  Do you know where your mother is?

ANd if you think she does this with grace and charm and without complaining that she didn't sign up to take care of chickens and without saying "chingaleras!" every 5 mintues--well I have to say one thing to you....Welcome to my blog.  Please consider becoming a follower.