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Ho-hum, ho-hum - TORNADO!

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  It's been pretty quiet and perhaps even boring around here lately.  I continue to take Mom to her weekly wound-care appointments.  Her toes are healing up nicely.  Her shin hurts and she wants a big puffy bandaid on it all the time.  It doesn't hurt anything, so like a toddler asking for a dinosaur bandaid, Mom gets her puffy bandage changed once a week.  She has dubbed her wound care doctor "Doctor Sweetie Pie", which tickles him no end.  She can't remember his real name, so Sweetie Pie it is. The home put on a Mother's Day luncheon that was pretty spiffy.  Dad and I came and lunched with her.  Nothing too fancy (but the appetizer was amazing).  I cut up Mom's chicken and salmon for her and she ate almost everything except the asparagus, which Dad helped with.   I did not go visit her on Mother's Day.  I figured that after all the brother visits, she'd be exhausted.  John and Mary went and facilitated video calls with Andy and Jay.  Matt went, a

Vanity

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  Vanity.   We all have it to one degree or another.   I was chatting with Dad the other day about a wedding I helped with.   Both the bride and groom were older (he was nearly 90 and she was north of 70).   He looked his age, and she… seemed ageless.   Definitely an older woman, but so well put together that it was hard to nail down how old she might actually be.   Her hair was perfect, she was dressed impeccably and her skin was just the right kind of softness – not too tight, not too loose.   I remember thinking that this was the kind of woman I wanted to be when I got to that age. I’m not that old yet, but I’m getting there.   Over 60, under 70, and about to gain another year under my belt.   And I realized that I do not have what it takes to do that kind of maintenance.   For one thing, my hair is definitely not cooperating.   It’s so thin on top than you can see my skull through it, scalp shining away.   I don’t wash my face every night or ever use moisturizer.   I have great