Couldn’t resist reblogging this for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Urban.

Writing Between the Lines

Open mouth.  Insert foot.  Things happen.  At least that’s what happens to me.  At 85, my mother’s sister Loena suffers from heart trouble and Quilter’s Thumb, but she never complains.  She uses a cane on good days, a walker or wheelchair the rest of the time.  Aunt Loena lives in Detroit, but was always too busy taking care of everyone else to travel.  A couple years ago, with my Michigan sister Lee, my aunt flew to Seattle to come see us.

She was frail and tired easily.  Once, when we couldn’t hear her snoring, I tiptoed in to see if she was still breathing.  But we laughed often and loudly; I felt my mother’s presence so strongly I wanted to pour Mom a cup of coffee too.  The visit went so well I asked my aunt where she’d like to go next.  I figured Holland, Michigan, perhaps, to see the…

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    1. Thank you! That’s good to hear. I almost never re-blog, but this one seemed so appropriate to the theme, and I posted it so long ago that many of my readers hadn’t seen it. I sure appreciate your visit.

      1. Wish i could come by more often but what with the power cuts and needing to scour the internet trying to find my next home there’s not much time for blogging, let alone reading others’ and writing and answering comments – what a d***** shame 🙂

  1. Thanks for the stories about real, kind people…I, too, have a Big City Phobia; I’m so fearful of being taken advantage of…it proves that we choose how to be. You don’t have to be rude, greedy, or insular if you live in a city.

    1. It really was an eye-opener for me, Scilla. I still do feel more comfortable a village or a town, or even the Old Town of a big city, but I think if you are careful and use common sense, you can really enjoy and take advantage of all the culture and history that big cities have to offer. Thanks for visit–I always love to hear from you.

    1. You have come a long way from the river that spawned you! I grew up in Michigan. Such a different world, but I love it out here so much! How did you happen to come to the Northwest?

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