I went out to visit Mom
yesterday. She looked good. Her face had some color, she was alert and witty,
and back to bitching about growing old. We have a live in helper for her now. A
very nice lady who forces Mom to eat, which is a good thing. While I was there
I scanned some more photos from my past. This must be on my fourteenth birthday. I'm on the far right and my older brother, Dave is on the left. I think
that's my little brother, Paul in the middle.
I snapped a quick photo of
Mom while I was there. I think it turned out pretty good, and after I showed it
to her, I mentioned that I can take out the wrinkles later on my computer. Mom
said, "You think I have wrinkles?" One good thing about when you put
your foot in your mouth in front of Mom, her short term memory is not so good.
While standing in Mom's
bathroom taking a leak, I looked around at all the elephant themed chachkies
she had in there. There is an elephant clock, elephant soap dish, elephant
towels, elephant pictures on the walls, elephants everywhere. Mom has elephant
chachky all over her house because she once made the mistake of telling us
how much she admired elephants. That made it too easy for us to pick out Mom's
Christmas presents every year. I once got her a giant elephant mobile, with
soft, plush elephants dangling from little hangers. I wouldn't have put that
piece of crap in my house, yet I expected Mom to cherish it. After a few years
of non-stop elephant themed presents, Mom told us to stop it. She could admire
elephants without filling her home full of them. That's a good thing
to remember. Never tell people that you love some particular thing, or you just
might be inundated with too much of that thing. Twenty years ago Mark told me
he liked Beanie Babies, so I got him Beanie Babies for his birthday, Beanie Babies for
Christmas, Beanie Babies for Valentine's Day, and on and on. He told me to stop. I
understand. That's why I don't tell people what I like the most. Besides, porn
is free on the internet.
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