Crazy...and not the Patsy Cline kind
I know, it's been awhile. So much material, so little sit down and write time this month! That's a good thing, I know. Saw the kid in NOLA, doing some serious work with deadlines, and some really fun volunteer work, too. I still have to chill with the 'rents at times, though, especially now. This is the season they get a little bit squirrelly - the weather changes, and the bug to go south is churning in both of their souls. You can see it, feel it - it's wistful, yearning, a hint of sorrow in the voice when they remark about the changing leaves, or the chill in the air. Both of them load up on sweatshirts and jackets, while we walk around in our shorts. Dad, amazed and aghast, continually says, "Put a coat on!" to me, like I'm five. This week, I spent one to one time with Mom a bit more than I usually do. I picked her up from the program she attends at the Baldwin Center. Now, I know I've written a little about this, but bear wit...