I am slowly turning into my mother. Not a terrible thing, for sure. My mom is pretty cool. In my middle age, I’m picking up hobbies that I know my mother also enjoys. The quilting, for example. But quilting is a regular hobby, lots of people quilt. But the other, slightly odder, hobby that I’m trying to learn now is how to juggle & my mom is a pretty good juggler. Today Vince and I facetimed mom with our progress and, though she hadn’t practiced in a while, she schooled us. And then tried to coach us. I’m not sure I want my mom as my juggling coach. Or maybe that would be OK.
Jeremy made a delicious dinner tonight.
He has crazy arm veins. I’m hoping he’ll let me practice on them when I’m learning to do IVs.