Mother's Day was celebrated with Sis2 and Mom (and her bf Bob who is rarely more than a few feet away from her at any given moment) yesterday with a gift of cut flowers from me, a small Chinese red velvet purse complete with tassels and embroidered dragon-bird from Sis2, and a trip to Friendly's for ice cream. Mom shuffles along, her gait being stiffer with elastic stockings to her knees, and shoes that, to her, don't feel as if they're laced up quite tight enough, but she can still get from here to there. Her mental focus slides from one place to another and sometimes the past is the present, but then she'll remember something I'm sure she's forgotten, like the fact that my shop is usually open on Sunday afternoons. It's an interesting trip, and the nice part is that she's more mellow in this part of the journey than she was for most of my life.
The rest of this entry is an assortment of random thoughts:
I wonder sometimes if I weren't so helpful, would I be less memorable?
My brother is even worse than I am about getting to the post office.
What's the deal with people who get the rules, read the rules, agree to the rules, and then in the first 30 seconds expect to be the exception to the rules?
Today I'd have a tough time choosing between caramel and chocolate.
47.0 mpg That's my Prius.
We're using the wood stove on Sunday, May 9. That's a little later than I'm used to needing wood heat. Usually by the time the asparagus is sprouting up, the ashes have been cleaned out and the stove has become dormant for the season. Not this year.
Do I really need a cellphone?
NBA basketball: it's just a game.
Beads are calling my name. I think I'll allow myself to be lured by them. : )
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