A couple I know that I secretly call The Crepe Hangers, say to me as we are leaving the coffee shop, “Do you realize the three of us only have ten to fifteen years left to live?”
Not in my book.
A few days ago I’m walking with my daughter and I say something like, “When I get old I’m going to hang spangles out of my nose.”
Summer laughs but not at the spangles. She says, “Mom! ‘When I get old’ is something a forty-year old would say!'”
She laughs and laughs.
Later, a man friend tells me, “We have to pay $1700 to put my 101 year old mother’s ashes in a grave we own! It’s next to her first husband. Plus we have to pay extra money for other things just because we’re putting her ashes there. In the grave we have owned for years!”
I say, “Just scatter her ashes on top of your dad’s grave and save the money.”
I think he is horrified with what I think is a reasonable idea.
My mother, I tell him, is still in her fancy box on my hall table. My cleaning lady doesn’t know that’s my Mum in there & she is always stacking books & what nots on top of her. (more…)