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Not 10 minutes after I initially read your essay, I read this, and this particular passage seems very fitting:
This is one of my favorite Susans to date, thanks.
I’ve been so blessed to have many more diamonds than stones; my mother probably would have said she had mainly stones. But later in her life, she recognized more diamonds, and I was so happy to see that change for her. Thanks, @arahant!
No! No! I don’t think complaining about how expensive things have gotten counts!!
This is SO TRUE! And the rest of the quote was spot on, too, @skipsul. Thanks!
Thanks, Mark. I’m honored.
This is excellent, Susan. I, too, see my mother staring back at me. Thankfully, I still have her with me and cherish every moment we have together. I strive to be more like her. She is a wonderful person in every way.
I love hearing of others’ blessings. Thanks, @blondie.
I just called my mother, because it pays to keep in touch:
Now don’t you feel lots better, my dear fellow? Jerry’s aunt swore by whiskey and honey! (This group is very funny!)
Joel Mabus wrote that song, but I couldn’t find a version with his singing it.
Also, the “Help! I’m Turning into My Parents!” was written by Dale Gonyea. You may have heard his brother Don on NPR.
Why does my face look so much better in the mirror than does in a picture?
“sticking a couple of barrettes in”
I read this as “batteries” and immediately thought – “Yeah, me too!”
Just remember – don’t put a mirror on the counter and bend over to look in. You will never recover.
You just made me laugh!! Every time I proofed the post I read “batteries” too! Is there another word for barrettes? (I’m still giggling!) Then again, maybe I should make more people laugh!
Not sure – where I have hair, it is too short to worry about things like that. Now, a hat I understand.
Hair clips?
The word is a diminutive form of “Barista”, which is itself Italian for “in between gigs”.
So I could say putting a couple of baristas in my hair?
Suzy,
I know I can get myself into trouble saying this nowadays but it is the truth. Some women are beautiful no matter how old. You are one of them trust me. Every one of your posts tells me so.
Regards,
Jim
Ari,
This guy was one of the most underrated guys of the last 60 years. He was a diamond that most people just sort of took for granted. Every time you hear his stuff you realize just how much quality there was.
Regards,
Jim
Well now you’ve got me tearing up. Cut that out! (Thanks)
Oh, Susan. I’d forgotten that my sister and I talked, for a time, about whether we should bury my mother with a package of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I think we were fairly serious about it. At least, I was.
That is so sweet, @she! It would have been a loving send-off.
My father was buried with some cigars in his shirt pocket and a pipe above the hands folded across his chest.
I tried it, and my face sagged all the way down to it. Neat!
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