THE ANTI-SCRAPBOOK LADY

My daughter–the aspiring barister–told me she will not be whole because I failed to “scrapbook” for her. (I’m sort of misquoting her, but I don’t think you can sue your mother for slander–can you?) (And she hates it when I blog about her–ha ha!) I don’t “scrapbook.” Technically, as a D editor has pointed out, “scrapbook” is not even a verb. I work and write and read and think and take care of pets and, when they are nice, my family. (Those are all verbs.) But a lot of moms DO “scrapbook” and I know many who even hire it out. It has become a passion, a highly successful national business. Do the Chinese “scrapbook”? My mother didn’t “scrapbook.” My grandmother certainly didn’t scrapbook as she struggled to survive six children and moonshine during the Depression. Do any of you “scrapbook”? Maybe I should try it–I might like it and when Roger asks me where my column is I’ll say, “Oh I don’t know, I’m ’scrapbooking’!”