Tonight my 91 y.o. mother said, “Next summer, if I’m alive….” and then she went right on with what she was planning, which I zoned out on because I didn’t get past the “…if I’m alive” part. Once, a few years ago, my sister and I took her back to her old family home, which was a little log cabin built by my grandfather in the early 1920s, Mom was talking about playing in the yard. I asked her if she had played underneath the big oak tree that I was standing under. She asked, “what?” in a confused manner. I repeated, “Did you play under this big oak tree right here?” She looked at the tree, looked up at the leaves, then looked at me and said, “That tree? No. That’s new.” It’s was a freaking, huge, high oak tree. It was there when she was a little girl. She considered it “new”. Oh….to be so old that a huge oak tree can be considered “new”. Dang.
I’m here! I’m here!. I’m so happy I kept my tumblr. Thank you so much for asking. I’ve been thinking about my friends on twitter. All is well. Caring for 2 y.o. toddler twins in Ohio for the summer while their mama is on hospital bed rest for triplets and I am still doing school, so it’s hectic. I was thinking of updating my tumblr to reflect it all. How are YOU? Are you well. please update everyone that I’m well. You’re the best. xo
poopsinthepantsAVI (by deborah592
) Me, hangin w/the twins.
This is the saddest looking dog on the planet. The accompanying photo is him on a good day. Here, in this photo, he is freakin’ rejoicing. Everyone recognizes him as being a sad dog. Doggie Downer. I took him to the vet and the the guy said, “That is the saddest looking dog I’ve EVER seen”. Seriously. This guy has seen thousands of dogs in his career and MY dog is the saddest he’s ever seen. I don’t know why my dog is sad. He never plays. He never fetches. He doesn’t get frisky with our little 1-yr-old flirty shitzhu female huzzy playmate dog. She’s the Pamela Anderson to his Rodney Dangerfield on Xanax. I just keep him close to me and pet him a lot. But DANG! He sucks the energy out of a room when he enters. Everyone can be laughing and then Eeyore walks in and it’s like a cloud of depression enters. People start talking about their dead parents and “what ifs” and the party is over. Sometimes I consider putting him down to put him out of MY misery, but that’s wrong. Right?
What a nice thing to say! Usually I open my mouth and people disappear like a magic trick. thanks for sticking around. Love your artwork. :)
On hind sight, perhaps that wasn’t the best T-shirt logo to wear with a child at my chest. Just sayin’…
We’re now N a tornado watch. I’m sitting in a room where 1 entire wall is glass. It’s a hosp. so if anything happens it should B convenient.
This was the shoe tree on the old Route 66 in CA on the back way to Vegas thru Amboy. It’s collective whimsy at its best.
Sitting here in the ER with the mom. No bueno. What is it that makes a nurse choose to pursue this line of work? God love ‘em. Mom will be fine, as always. She’ll walk out of here, but I mean, these RNs and respiratory therapists and x-ray techs see sick people everyday and still smile at them. Bravo. For real…bravo…
