Two Turtle Doves

Merry Christmas! I am back from my visit with Mom. While there, I helped her decorate her Christmas tree. Some of the old ornaments I recognize. Others were made by her friends or were given to her by friends. She remembers the story to each one. This basket with two wooden birds is one that came from her family. We had it on our tree when I was growing up. My brother and I used to take turns hiding the wooden birds in the Christmas tree, and hunting for the birds until we found them.

Mom seems well, although weaker, and more hard of hearing. She is tiny, but still determined to do everything herself if she can. Bob Allen, the man who was the maintenance man for the Bridge and is now retired, is still one of her best friends. He visited while I was there, and his daughter and her husband will visit Mom when they come for Christmas. Mom makes friends with everyone she meets.

We played five or six games of scrabble. The only time my score was higher than Mom's, my sister beat us both by using all her letters on a 30 point word, which gave her 80 points in one play. I am going back to quilting. I can take only so much!