I speak to my Mom every day, almost. Since she fully retired I usually call her in the mid-morning, and maybe we speak again in the evening. Yes, the umbilical cord is still there.
Today she asked about my blog. She looks on it every day, she says, in the hopes of reading something new. As my loyal (small but mighty) following know, I haven't been verbose. Ok, I've been silent as the grave. All I've been doing is work, mostly.
We did take a short trip during the height of the media discussion about the swine flu. It was touch and go with Pumpkin; he didn't relish the idea of being on a boat with thousands of folks who had just come from Central America. We survived. I have to admit it wasn't the best cruise we ever had. I feel like I deserve a do-over.
It's Summer, right, the week after Memorial Day starts summertime. It's colder today and looked like it would drizzle. Is the saying, June Showers Bring July Thunderstorms! I love thunderstorms, love, love, love them. I remember some the summer we went to Colorado. Mom, again with advice, wanted us to get out of the pool. It must have been the mid-70's. And in 1984 there were lots of storms in LA. Is there a pattern?
Oh well, Mom, is this good to read?
