Happy Mother's Day to all (I'm not a rethug, so I support MD). I talked with my sainted mother this morning (not that that's unusual; we talk most every Sunday), and she's doing well enough. Mom's had some minor health problems lately (nothing serious), and she's none too happy about it. Her main frustration stems from a surgery to remove rectal polyps, which has precluded her from riding her Harley this spring. At 74 years old, Mom is used to doing what she wants when she wants and physical limitations are not a part of her agenda. Her doc told her she'd have to wait another 4-6 weeks before jumping on the bike, to which she said "that's not acceptable", which is a good general reflection of my mother's attitude toward aging. She intends to behave as if she were still 21, and she expects her body to cooperate. Have I mentioned how much I love my mom? From the Dead shows when I was 9 years old to the Harley today, mom has always rocked. Happy Mother's Day!
(and mom, if you happen to read this, go easy on your poor doctor. He's doing the best he can.)
