Tuesday, December 07, 2004

My mother must have flirted with the plumber. He spent over three hours at the house and charged less than $250 to fix the clog, replace the toilet, and replace valve gaskets in my guesthouse bathroom. That should have cost a bazillion dollars, but she must have charmed him in her folksy way.

On the way to the recital last night I noticed she was having trouble walking. Turned out her shoes were a bit too big and she was afraid they were going to come right off her feet. On the way back to the car I held her hand. That was probably the first time I had done that since I was seven years old.

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