It's official. I've become my mother. I realized it on Thanksgiving day when I was cooking in the kitchen and asked my companion,
"Are you getting cold? Here, let me put this on you. It will keep you warm."
You might think there's nothing strange about that, but what if I told you my whole family was gone on a walk? What if I told you I was talking to the turkey?
I love my mother. I really do. She's the salt of the earth, that woman is, and saner than any of us with the one exception that she always talked to the Thanksgiving turkey as she cooked it.
Ah well, I've often prayed to be more like my mother. This isn't exactly what I meant, but it's a start.