MAKEOVER

 

 

 

It all started out with trying on Z's new shoes.

My mother who has not shed her black clothes since the day my father died, was now wearing a bright green top as the girls stripped her of the heaviness both on her face and body.

Next came the lip gloss after tons of protesting. She has great pride that no paint has ever adorned her face.

The glasses were traded with Z's to see if she like them or not. Hers, according to the girls are totally dated.

The change was palpable. What was even more evident, was the change in her face. Lit by a bright smile. A heartfelt smile, one that has been missing for five years and five months.

Here is my mother at 80 years young. She has decided that she has a new lease on life since my oldest daughter and child moved in with her about a month ago.

The circumstances of this move were painful to us, but the results are already proving that indeed there is a silver lining to every stormy cloud.

Today is my father's birthday.

A mass had been requested in memory of him and although the church and I are not "close friends" I felt obliged to attend.

Just when you think that we are past the point of losing control of your emotions, your soul surprises you and lets out a flood from that fountain you were sure had dried through the years.

I miss you Pai.


Hope the angels know that you don't like frosting on your cake.

Dog Days

One usually refers to "dog days" in the summer time. My dog days are in the middle of the winter as I have given up on any sleep tonight. I could have slept (or I think I could have only because of the obstacles).

Rough night for man and beast alike. The house is rattling with the strong winds. The snow continues to fly furiously. The poor dogs are frightened by the sound of the wind. No, you are not in Arizona anymore! They pile into my small bed. I recently replaced the queen size to a twin to allow more space for my granddaughters crib. Not such a good move. Most of the bed is being taken up by the sweet critters.

Sleepiness abandoned me around 2AM. Neither the dogs or the baby (whose mother is down with a terrible cold and fever) could settle down. They finally have. Lucy buried under the covers. Bela sprawled across. The baby is still very fidgety and I hope it is not a sign that she is coming down with her mother's cold.


It is now 4 am. I will try to forget about the past six hours, including the cold spots I stepped on, courtesy of Miss Lucy. Yes. I will pretend that I just woke up from a wonderful restful sleep. Time to brew some coffee and re energize myself for a new day. Miss G. usually wakes up around five for a feeding.