When did it happen? As I left the rehab center the other day, I turned and waved to my mother from the walkway outside. She waved back to me from the window of her room. All I could think of is how it must have been for us when I was 5 years old, waving to her from the window of the bus on my way to kindergarten, as she waved back to me.
I heard Bono was busking on Grafton Street in Dublin yesterday…how cool is that?
We enjoyed long walks, a quiet evening watching Joyeux Noel about the WWI Christmas truce in 1914, and then sitting by candlelight before bed for reading and rest. I love this quiet low-key Christmas. Today was a leisurely day visiting both sides of the family, and tomorrow I’m off to Vermont with Molly for more visits with family and old friends. ‘Tis the season to make time to spend with the ones we love.
I was in Cork City six years ago wearing my fresh shamrocks and celebrating St. Patrick’s Day with my family there. I’ll have to add a video of the 2009 parade when there’s one available. Until then I do wish I wasn’t so allergic to cats as this is a rather sweet way to say Happy St. Patrick’s Day! And while I know there are cat people who would disagree with me, I do believe (as other cat people have said about their own cats) there are some cats who think they are really a dog. Here’s one of ’em.