In two days, my mother will celebrate her 94th birthday. I say the word celebrate loosely. She won’t let us invite people over and she doesn’t want any gifts, but you know what I mean. I will buy her flowers and she loves to get cards and calls – unless they come during her nap – and we will sing, although none of us can match the growly voice of her brother Earl singing Happy Birthday. That always made her day.
My mother was the oldest of seven brothers and sisters, and now she is the only surviving sibling. It’s been tough for her to see them all go before her, as well as one of her own children, but she is tough (her Welsh blood I’ve always said) and like the energizer bunny, she just keeps on ticking. The ironic part of her longevity is that at age fourteen, she contracted Rheumatic fever, missed a year of school and suffered with the affects until in her twenties. Like I said, she is tough. You never know what lies behind a soft exterior.
The new computer is working well. I am slowly getting a handle on the operating system. Currently there are three computers up and running in my office. You’d think I actually had a business going here!
Good news. The year end bookkeeping is now under control so I have gotten back to my novel. I hope to quickly finish up and put it out to readers once again. I climbed on the scales and weigh the same as I did the first of November, so somehow I managed not to completely run amuck during the holidays. (Thank goodness for my treadmill during cold weather). And, (this one is going to be so good!) I am almost finished with the afghan I began knitting last April for my daughter. Arghh. What a project I took on. I had no idea, but then, that’s why the world is round, so we don’t see what is coming. Like my best friend said, good thing we didn’t know what having kids really means.