Mom & me enjoying a Killian's Irish Red at Waxy O'Shea's Irish Pub, Branson MO
“When your mother asks, ‘Do you want a piece of advice?’ it’s a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.” — Erma Bombeck
So, as I often do, I called my Mom last night. She’s recovering from a fairly serious fall and is healing at home. In her words though, “I’m fine. I’ve got my books, hockey, my newspapers, your brother, sister-in-law and sister are in and out of here doing things for me all the time. It’s all good and I have nothing to complain about!” It was snowing and blowing and -30 C where she lives.
Before I could comment on the cold (and how thankful I am that she has the good sense not to go out in it) she reminded me of the chicken coop on the farm. Continue reading
