Happy Mother’s Day
This picture was [obviously] taken with my crapshoot camera on the golf course the other day. It was such a stunning flower and the cactus was a beautiful, pink color. Oh well. Even with a good camera it’s challenging to get a decent photo when it presents itself because you’re always hurrying—you must keep up the pace and be ready when it’s your turn. There is no time to fool around.
We desert dwellers are savoring the last of the spring weather—it will start heating up soon. Afternoons are getting toasty, but mornings are still cool enough for a walk if we can get our butts in gear early enough. I’ve been trying.
Forty five years ago, on Mother’s Day, I brought this guy home from the hospital. He was a big boy even then. As all new mothers know, it’s overwhelming, frightening and wonderful, all at the same time.
When I think back on how young I was then—I knew nothing about life, but I thought I did. I thought I was all grown up. Boy, did I have a lot to learn. I still do.
Andrew is a firefighter in Akron and is raising two lovely daughters. He coaches the girl's soccer team. When he retires he wants to buy a sailboat and sail around the world.
On the other side of my family tree, my mother left this earth 32 years ago, when she was the age I am now. That is way too young. She had recently retired and was actualizing her dream of an astrology center where people could take classes, buy books, and discuss charts. She was an accomplished astrologer. She opened the center on Halloween and died 19 days later. She passed to me her zest for life and a sunny outlook.
I miss you every day, Mom. I hope you’re winning all the bridge hands and playing beautiful golf courses.