Saturday, May 24, 2014

Long morning: walked and fed the pups; did some laundry; picked up my buddy Mike, who did his laundry here; drove Mike to market and to Boscov’s and past Hampden Heights; went to the bank; and had my headlamp replaced at the car dealer. All this before noon. Also completed the sorrowful task of cutting back the hydrangeas (Mike helped with the big one), which did not fare well over the bitter temps this winter, and the gorgeous hostas, which got hit hard during the hail storm two days ago. But as one homeowner, who lost his tile roof and a few windows in his home, pointed out: No lives were lost. Family is fine. Pups are fine. Insurance companies, not so good! 

This morning, mom asked a most amusing question: How are you and Rob related?
I laughed.
Oh c’mon. Don’t laugh, said she.
Well, mom, Rob is my husband.
Oh yeah?
And you were at the wedding with Daddy, Johnny, Aunt Margaret, and Uncle Eddie.
Oh yeah? When was that?
Thirty-four years ago.
Gee, San, you remember everything! 

Well, not exactly, but if you compare my memory to someone who has none, I am doing pretty well!