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Saturday, November 29, 2003

Moving time. I'm getting a Christmas tree today and had to move furniture around. My cats hate it when this happens. They all ran and hid. My mother also got a little antsy.

My mother has always been a loner, more interested in reading a book than having a conversation. She likes steadiness, prefers things to remain where they are. As I moved furniture I could tell she was feeling a little anxious, pacing about, looking into the closet as I pulled out the boxes of ornaments. Finally I said to her "You are making me nervous." She went out onto the front porch to read a book while I finished. She does the same thing when I sweep or wash dishes, hovers in the background, not sure if she should be offering to help (no thanks) or tell me that my floors don't need to be swept (they do).

Grandma did similar things, developed similar eccentricities as she aged. Some of them my mother exhibits- I point them out ruthlessly, just as my mother pointed them out to grandma. Not that it does any good or makes any measurable difference. My mother will continue on, and in thirty years my friends will say the same things about me.

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