Mom in her new home

Dad and I moved Mom into her new nursing home yesterday. Due to various financial issues, it was necessary to move her into a different type of facility. This is the 5th placement she has had in the past year. Hopefully, this will be a little more permanent. The good news is, it's all the same to her. She doesn't have that much awareness about where she is anyway...one place is as good as another. This whole situation (dealing with Alzheimers) has been quite an ordeal. I really hope we can relax for a little while, just to catch our breath before the next crisis comes along.

Happy Birthday to me!

What a special day. I had breakfast in bed, champagne mimosas and a small omelette. Then the limo came and picked me up and drove me to downtown Pittsboro where there was a parade in my honor. A private jet flew me to Paris so I could have dinner in the city of my birth. Then the cat woke me up. Oh well. Actually it was a nice, quiet day with the family. Miquel bought me a set of watches. Now I have one for every item in my closet. In fact, I need to go buy more clothes to go with all the different watch bands. While we were in town, we stopped by some friends' apartment to pick up an organ (the kind you play, not like a kidney or a lung or anything). I had my picture taken with Johnny and Josh. Very sexy. My darling son gave me a HUGE diamond. I don't think it's real though. Then we ate at a new place in Pittsboro, the Carolina Brewery. Good food. Good company. Overall, an excellent day.

Lookin' HOT!

And I don't mean sexy...I mean, it's like 100 degrees outside right now. I ventured out to snap a pre-birthday portrait and after 30 seconds I was dripping in sweat, my make-up was melting off my face, so I gave up. I discovered something else...white is not a slimming color on me. I'll be glad when cold weather returns so I can start wearing black again. Technically, summer is over next week when the kids go back to college. I'm just reeling. Time has gotten away from me. It occurs to me that my life is probably more than half over...unless I live to be over a 100 and I'm not counting on that happening. I have some news for all the youngsters out there...the first half of life is the best half...it ain't getting better from here on out. I may get wiser, but I won't get healthier or cuter. Oh well. Guess I best get busy...time's a wastin.

I'm feeling all arty...

A picture I took of a squash (a pumpkin maybe) that suddenly turned up in the backyard. The rest of the yard is a disgusting jungle of weeds, so the sight of something beautiful made me happy.

Skin Art

I really liked the style of this picture. I believe it is from a Mexican card. I'm generally not crazy about tattoos, but because I see so many bad and ugly ones, this one sort of stood out.

Wally Crawford

All the other kitties have their pictures posted, so here's a pic of the last one, Wally. We found him wandering around Dad's house one day. He was a stray, so we adopted him. He and Kitty Boy are pretty good friends. He is named after a high school friend of Mike's brother.

Congratulations Raymondo and Cynthia!

We made the long trek to the big city today for Raymond and Cynthia's reception. Aren't they a lovely couple! It's hard to tell from the picture, but I can assure you that Raymond is the hippest dude I know. It you want to know what will be cool in pop culture 10 years from now, go hang out with him. It was great seeing the old gang...Barbara and Ronald and Mama-roonie. And I am always thrilled for any opportunity to dress up, because as you know...it's really all about ME. The reception was held at a cute little bistro near campus. The food was excellent. It was really a nice, dignified affair--somewhat out of character for Raymond, but he assured us all that would change soon. We had to leave a little early because a weird job opportunity came up suddenly for Bertie. More about that later.