Happy Brithday to My Dear Old Grey Haired Mum

(pictured above: birthday bouquet, courtesy of my brother in bayouland)
Me Ma turns 79 today.
She’s in better health today than she was in her late 60’s-
I found a Doctor that makes house calls, and she has great health insurance, so all rationales for neglecting her health have been eliminated.
Except for the loss of my brother, Edd, and my surviving brother living in another state, I must say she’s also happier than she was before.
Moving her out of that gloomy monstrosity of a house, with the negligent and contentious landlord, the uneven foundation, bad wiring and plumbing, even worse heating/cooling, has helped quite a bit. The new house is smaller, but open, full of light, and the landlord is a sweetheart.
And then there’s the dollhouse. She’s really taken a new interest in things since I knocked it together last Xmas. She’s started crafting again, and has even taken an interest in television again. We watched a 2 hour programme on History Channel about Queen Boudicca of the Iceni. She was unfamiliar with the story, and stayed focused and involved for the entire broadcast—something she wasn’t able to do in her 60’s.
So I’m pretty freakin happy in general, and actually quite pleased with myself—I feel a bit like the protagonist of Cold Comfort Farm—I saw the problems, and used ingenuity, creativity, and lots of patience to get them sorted out.
I’m adding a back wall to the dollhouse, and I found lots of groovy miniature stuff to deck it out with for her birthday. Pictures will be forth coming.
Happy birthday Ma. In honor of your special day, I wrote a serious, sincere post, and didn’t say “fuck” even once.
Oh, shit.