When old gets old

At 94, my mother seems to be getting further and further away from being "with it". Today, she couldn't remember where she sat at the kitchen table. She asked us every couple of minutes where the birthday cake came from. I want her back! I want her (still) funny remarks, her passionate opinion about things and her joie de vivre. I want them back! Maybe I'm being selfish, but I'd rather her know about her life, not forget what was doing five minutes ago. Getting old really ain't for sissies.

My toy boxes

I love making these toy boxes. (Picture on the side). You can't possibly feel sad when you're painting these whimsical designs. They always come out uplifting to look at and fit into any decor. I know I undercharge, but I don't care. The people who buy them have enjoyed them and bought more for friends. I don't advertise, just word of mouth. I don't want this as a business, it would take the fun out of it. We all need a hobby, mine just pays for itself.

94th Birthday

My mother just turned 94 years old yesterday. What's really amazing about her is her skin. Almost no lines. It's sickening! Her skin is better than mine! Her cheeks are lineless, around her mouth a bit and her forehead a bit. She had someone guess her age to be in her 70s, mostly because her hair is solid grey and has been grey since her 20s. Having had a couple of mini strokes, her mind isn't what it used to be. I would rather remember the vibrant, bright, lady she was, and that's exactly what I intend to do. She even takes less medication than I do, is thinner and reads fanatically. Happy birthday, Mom. I won't say and many more - that would be ridiculous. Glad you're still here for us to brag about.

Camp Reunion

In September, we're having a million-year camp reunion. At least is seems that long ago. What great memories from that have-nothing camp. No waterfront, just big, beautiful waves. For the longest time, no horses, no flush toilets, tents not cabins and the best spirit you could imagine. I loved it even though I was the camp brat - something I'm still trying to live down - but I have more terrific memories from there than from any other time in my life.