Fair To Middlin’

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Mom:  Hey John, How are you John?

John: Hi Gladys, Fair to middlin’

Mom: Me too, John, I’m fair to middlin’

Mom ( to me ): He’s always fair to middin’.  I am too.  I Don’t know what that means.

I asked the ladies who helped my mom what “fair to middlin'” meant … they didn’t know.  John is an old boy, so I assumed this must be a phrase along with “bee’s knees” and “when hector was a pup.”  Fair to middling means ” ok. average. meh.”  My brief googlpedia research rounded up a lovely piece on livestock or crop grade that goes in this order:  fine, through good, fair, middling, ordinary and least good.  So John and my mom were doing O.K.  Affirmed each day along with others at the residence at meal times.  A new expression for me while I visited my mom in America.

When I walked into my mom’s room for the first time, I was taken with all the photos and art she brought with her.  Most specifically the painting of some daisies in a pot.  When that painting was purchased, I was a teen off haggling with the vendors of Tijuana trying  to knock off a few pesos for some huaraches. My mom and dad were after something for our home.  We split up shopping in the Tijuana shopping maze.  My mom told my dad that she found something she loved.  My dad told my mom that he also found something perfect.  I can’t remember who went first, but when the first led the other to the painting they loved, they both smiled because it was the same painting.  A bunch of daisies in a pot.  So they bought it and it was in our home.  And there it was in my mom’s room.  I took a photo of it, but it came out a bit crooked.  Well, fair to middlin’.

 

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3 thoughts on “Fair To Middlin’

  1. casa mariposa August 11, 2016 / 4:12 am

    I love that your parents both picked the same picture. :o)

  2. Gladys August 11, 2016 / 2:28 pm

    The other cool thing is one year, when I asked Mom what she wanted for her birthday, she said she wanted a frame for that picture. I began with a stop at a second hand store. I walked in and there was this Tijuana frame, perfect size, just sitting there. I bought it and framed it and gave it to her. I was amazed how unbelievably easy that process was. It could have taken so many tries and settling for one that “kind of worked”. A Tijuana frame in Eugene Oregon, perfect size.

  3. Kipper August 11, 2016 / 2:33 pm

    Same thing with my family, parents bought pottery etc. and I would buy sandals or a purse. Hope your mother is doing well.

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