“I’m thinking of selling the upright bass,” he said. “Selling the upright bass?” she gasped, scandalized. “I think I could get a thousand for it, maybe more. I don’t have a case, so I can’t just stack it in the studio closet with the guitars. It’s hard to protect and store.” “Sell the upright bass,” she repeated with dismay. “Aw Mom, I’d just give it to you, but I know you like to be mobile and move everything in your Subaru,” He reasoned. “Yeah,” said her daughter-in-law, “hauling an upright bass around is like traveling with a fat boyfriend.”

She loves to travel. She loves her independence. She outfitted her Subaru to be a mobile sleeping cubicle. She keeps looking for a tiny house with French doors – to accommodate her acoustic piano. “My daughter-in-law is entirely right,” she concluded, “I need a bigger Subaru – one with room for my piano and my fat boyfriend.”