Hope everyone called Mom today. I tried, and found out she’d gone to the beach for the next week. I love my mom. My dad doesn’t like to travel much, but she does, so she just goes off and does her thing. I like to think she’ll still be going off to the beach with her sisters or her friends when she’s in her 90s…
I could never quite understand why my grandmother (who died eleven years ago) never learned to drive. Otherwise she was a very independent person too; she worked all her life and supplemented her income by renting rooms. She was a lady who was married three times and divorced twice, and this was back when Southern ladies just didn’t do that sort of thing. But after he last husband died, she had to sell his car and count on friends and relatives anytime she wanted to go someplace. Greensboro is not the kind of place where you can walk or rely on transit. Not driving was fairly common among women of her generation, and I guess it ultimately spared her children the decision about whether she was too old to drive, but still…
On today’s agenda: I may start my “ultimate spring cleaning” where I start going through the closet of doom, throwing things away with reckless abandon. I’ve accumulated a lot of crap in ten years. The goal for today is to be able to fit the vacuum cleaner back in the closet. And to find T-shirts I’ve forgotten I own. I’ll advise you of my progress…