I have an amazing mother. She is 92 and she doesn't need glasses. She drinks right out of the bottle...
Although Dean Martin's mother was 85, when Dean made the above joke, I thought it funny and wanted to apply it to my mom. KERA is featuring a story about Dean Martin. I love him. I love his music. I love his personality. I love his persona. He was an amazing individual loaded with talent. His singing was so soulful. And I feel a kinship with him since his dad use to cut Mother's hair. I wish he was still alive.
Okay, so now I am watching Medium, I hope that does not inspire another entry.
BTW, Mother does not drink out of the bottle...she needs glasses.
I had a lovely visit in Austin this past week. I was there for about 10 days. Magda was loads of fun and I got some special time with Kayleigh and Elizabeth as well. There was a moment when I felt like I was working the poopy diaper assembly line. Thankfully, that moment passed (no pun) and we went back to having fun. I assembled the chalk/dry erase board easel I had given Magda for Christmas. Jennifer was doing some work for WHM. Elizabeth was attending a parent/teacher meeting. It was my task to entertain the girls for a bit. We sat at the easel and I drew different items at Kayleigh and Magda’s bidding. I am no artist, but I believe I did an admirable job of drawing a red house, green grass, birds, a huge tree, a swing set, Magda’s new stuffed hot pink rat, which she named Felicia, hiding behind the tree. The thrill for Magda and Kayleigh was to erase the work of art I had just created. Then they would both plead with me to draw another picture. I tried to get them to do some drawing, so I could turn the tides on them, but they were way too smart for that.
On another day, I went with Jennifer to her master swim class. I had forgotten my swim suit, so Jen let me borrow her tri suit. Over the suit I wore a sweat shirt that Jennifer had gotten from The Gallerita and shoes and nothing else. We dressed and walked to my car. It was freaking cold outside. In verification, my car indicated the outside temp as 38 degrees. Brrrrr! The pool where the class is held is an outdoor pool. The water was cold, but the air was a lot colder, so I jumped in without doing the toe temp test first. Swimming and being in the water was not bad. An hour later we were ousted by the next group of swimmers. I did not want to get out. 38 degrees with breeze is cold, but 38 degrees with breeze on wet skin is multiple times colder. Jen and I could not get back into the locker room fast enough. We spent several minutes in the hot tub (defroster) and then a few more minutes in the sauna. When we left and got back to the car, the outside temp indicator read 50 degrees.
Other highlights from the week include: Guy Forsyth, an unsuccessful attempt to go ballroom dancing, playing euchre with Matthew S, Elizabeth, and Jennifer, (Matthew and I won both games we played), a pampered chef(PC) party, a wonderful meal at a Persian Restaurant where we were entertained by a belly dancer, another wonderful meal that Jennifer prepared from one of her new PC cookbooks and time with Magda.
I got up this morning, dressed, packed my car, and said my good-byes. If I could maintain my speed, I would be home by 11am for a little bit of down time before work at 3pm. Past the 35W/35E split I was averaging 70.8 MPH. I was doing very well toward my goal. Then I got distracted by my CD player. It was malfunctioning and I guess in my frustration my gas pedal foot got a bit heavy. I noticed this about the time I noticed a cruiser heading south. I knew when he crossed the median it was I he was after. I was caught. He said I was going 87 MPH. I don’t think I was going that fast, but I was over 80. Cpl Sanchez did his business in the cruiser with my insurance and drivers license and presented me with my citation. As he handed it to me, he thanked me for being so polite, and I thought, “yeah right, but not polite enough.”