Thursday afternoon

A.: Okay, so the attempted withdrawal did bounce back.
Mom: What? Are you out of money?
A.: What? No.
Mom: Then what happened?
A.: Just hold on. I need to call both banks again.
Mom: Do you need money?
A.: No. It's not a money issue, it's a money transfer issue.
Mom: Why are your checks bouncing?
A.: Mom! Can you let me deal with this, please?

***
Just before I came to the computer--to blog--we had a small lunch. I would not have come to blog about it had it merely been a case of mom talking about feta pretty much the whole time, although I will now report on that. It was where else the conversation led.

Mom: Would you like some Bulgarian feta?
A.: No, I would not.
Mom: No feta?
A.: I. don't. eat. cheese.
Mom: Not even feta?
A.: No.
Mom: It's so healthy. It's the healthiest thing there is.
A.: [Shrug.]

[Pause]

Mom: This feta is amazing. Dad will like it for sure. What would you do with the sheep? You have to keep the sheep alive if you're going to milk them.
A.: But you end up killing the babies you had them have so you could milk them.
Mom: What? When you were a baby, we took you next door in Palyasha and the neighbor gave us fresh goat milk. She didn't kill her sheep.
A.: That's a little different from the cheese you buy commercially.
Mom: Well, maybe sometimes animals need to be killed. I think sometimes people need to be killed. There are much too many of us, and the planet can't take it.

[Pause]

Mom: Mmmm. This feta is good.

[Pause]

Mom: What else don't you eat? Is flour okay?
A.: Is flour an animal product?
Mom: Not brie, either?
A.: No cheese.

[Pause]

Mom: This is truly quality feta.