MOM, JEWELRY, SHOES, FUNERAL

Tonight, as Mom was walking towards her room to go to bed (we watched the Tony Awards because we're cultured and cosmopolitan...sure...), I heard a rhythmic tinkling. I noticed it coincided with her gait. I looked more closely and I realized that she had taken off ALL of her jewelry (a time consuming task) and had cleverly (and apparently with experience) placed the rings and bracelets on a single bracelet and hooked it over the handle of the cane. This freed her hand to hold the cane handle more efficiently. In her other hand, she carried her groovy new silk shantung shoes. I thought it was so clever, I had to snap a picture. When I was done, she said, "now get me in the picture!" When I did, she made that little "pity me" face and when we looked at the picture, we laughed so hard, we both almost fell over.

Please, let me have that good of a sense of humor after telling my family about my funeral program, which is exactly what she was doing tonight with Eli and Abby and I. Puhleese....