She probably went to the hairdresser, met a girlfriend for lunch and then window-shopped when she went off on a Saturday afternoon. Pa was supposed to be home to defend our abode from us kids – the wrecking crew. He invariably fell asleep on the job bored by his brother trying to keep him awake with family gossip.
Our challenge was trying to find sufficient money to pay the pizza deliveryman: money falling out of somebody’s pocket sometimes landed up in the crevice behind the couch pillows. We didn’t touch Pa’s money on the floor. Wrecking, yes: stealing, no… with enough noise maybe he’d wake up and pay for the pizza?
Mom's Day Off
Oil 40" X 30"