I'm visiting my Mom this weekend. It's her birthday (91) and I wanted to share it with her.
Thoughts on this auspicious date:
People have gone out of their way to acknowledge her big day. This is a benefit of having an intimate circle of friends and acquaintances who are willing to go out of their way to do that. I am lucky to have seen this.
The people here at the facility where she lives now (assisted living) are all making the best of their lot. No one is grumpy, annoyed, or angry. None of them want to be here but all have a universal "well, I'm stuck with this so let's make the best of it" attitude. I want to be like them when I grow up.
A nice place is live is crucial. Buddy the social worker dog wanders the hall, there's a nifty patio nearby where we have our before-dinner drinks, and there's a nice, quiet meadow outside.
More thoughts will come as I continue to watch Mom experience aging. These just struck me on this, her auspicious day.
Oh, yeah: writing-related stuff. New book coming out soon. I'll talk about it next month! I'm busy right now, getting ready to play double-solitaire with The Girls here at the home. I'm sure I'll have my butt beat quite soundly. They take no prisoners.