It's hard to follow yesterday. I mean, I should probably put some distance between a tribute to gramma and my usual penchant for scat references. (oops.) The memory of her and her life has been a constant presence in my brain, and I keep turning it over and looking at it, digging up more and more little moments to make a tapestry of her life. My perspective, or tapestry, looks different than anyone else's. I wonder what mom's tapestry looks like, or my cousin's. Perhaps the only true perspective is her own, and I wonder if she's turning it over and inspecting it too.
What do you imagine your tapestry looks like?
Now, I need a segue back to regular programming. Hmm. The parking meters are half done. We've got severe thunderstorms forecast today (pinch me,) and a meeting this morning with the mortgage broker.
Okay, this cartoon made me cry (with tears and everything) laughing.