It's so much fun to give my mom gifts..........she loves everything. I gave her an embellished zipper sweatshirt and a t-shirt to wear under it. She put the sweatshirt on and left it on. I had the price tags on yet (in case I needed to return them) and she commented on the $58 sweatshirt. I assured her that I did NOT pay that much, it was on sale and I had a coupon from the 'Goodwill sale'. Sorry mom, but I won't pay that much, even for you. Even though she has been disabled for a l-o-n-g time it's still hard for her to receive from others. I keep telling her that she helped me when I needed it and now it's my turn.
After that I made my biennial, sometimes annual, visit to the cemetery where my father and baby sister are buried. It takes me longer to find the gravestones than the time I spend there. And here's where my Thoughts on Thursday come in.........why, oh why, do people erect such beautiful, expensive head stones? The one that (I hope) I'll remember and will point me to my family's is 4' tall, black granite, polished to a gorgeous shine, with an etching of lovely scenes. I guess they might be so grief stricken by their loss and this is one final way they can express their love? Or are they like me and won't be able to find the gravestone unless it is large? Or am I just jealous because the ones I visit are nondescript and un-decorated? Which reminds me that I should take a steel brush along next time to clean the moss off of my dad's marker.....the bottom of my shoes didn't quite cut it.
What are your thoughts?