Tidbits My mom is doing

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My mom is doing much better now. I was worried for several days after she left the hospital because she was still very tired, pale and generally lethargic but suddenly Friday, she felt better. She even went to an informal highschool reunion last night.

It's going to be so weird starting a new job again. I have been unemployed for a year now and have very much gotten use to my life. I might cry everyday from sheer homesickness!

This weekend, I attended my goddaughter Megan's 12th birthday party which took place at the local roller rink. No, I didn't skate. However, I did look longingly out on the skating rink and remembered, fondly, how my best friend and I LOVED to rollerskate. We were good, too.
For a fleeting moment, I thought of renting a pair of skates just for the hell of it but as I imagined myself out there on that wooden floor with all those kids, I also imagined myself falling on my ass and suddenly I was hauled back into reality. You see, as a child, falling was no big deal. You simply fell, got up, laughed your ass off and continued on skating. When you reach a certain age, falling is serious shit. It's no longer fun. It becomes an incident that stays with you for days, even weeks depending on how you fell and it could possible end up being a situation where the teenagers that patrol the rink would have to help heave your aging, prone body up and escort you to a comfortable chair. Suddenly, your skate around memory lane turns into a humiliating event proving you should have continued just handing out cake while the kids call you "ma'am".

Dear Father Time,

Screw you again!

Sincerely,
Grandma Moses

Posted by De at November 16, 2003 10:57 PM