This morning I'm off to Fletcher/Hendersonville/Asheville, NC, to celebrate my mother's 95th birthday tomorrow. My two brothers and sister-in-law will be there, along with the wife of one of my cousins.
We'll have Sabbath dinner (translate: Sunday dinner) after church tomorrow. My sister-in-law has ordered a large cake to be served to all the residents of the retirement home. Then we'll go up to Mother's apartment, where we'll celebrate my brother Jerry's 65th birthday.
The babes and I are staying in a hotel near the Asheville airport to give us a little distance from the madness and a place to retreat if we get tired of yelling so Mother can hear. With her, it's never easy to know if it's a faulty hearing aid or simply an expression of her narcissism. Whatever. A hotel with an indoor pool and large guestroom is the perfect solution.
I'm hopeful that we'll drive up to the mountain cottage on Sunday. I spent so many happy hours there as a child and want my babies to run across those same fields.
(And yes, I am thinking of having my butt permanently attached to the driver's seat.)
And we're off . . . !
1 comment:
Hope it was a good drive. Did you play the license plate game? Veronica used to love car trips - looking out the window and singing to the radio.
xoxojill
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