Things are calming down to a quiet roar in Pinklea-land. My mother continues to progress well and it looks like she’ll be released from the hospital this week, possibly Wednesday. We’ll find out for sure tomorrow, I think. She was able to come home for a visit on the weekend, just to see how she would manage with a walker in her own home. While she was happily ensconced in front of her own big screen HD TV, watching golf and chowing down on an Uncle-burger from A&W, my brother and sister-in-law phoned her and that perked her up even more.
Today is Mom’s 82nd birthday, and although it’s not exactly wonderful to celebrate one’s birthday in the hospital, DD and I still tried to make it fun for her. We brought her cards and a small gift and mini cupcakes, complete with a burning candle for her to blow out. We even sang “happy birthday” to her. I think she liked that we made a bit of a fuss over her birthday – who wouldn’t? A number of my aunts and uncles emailed me to convey their best wishes to her for a happy birthday and a speedy recovery, which of course I did.
So with Mom on the mend and things now humming along reasonably well in that area of my life, naturally I have a new worry.
I need to renew my passport. This means the dreaded passport photo, a.k.a. the how-awful-can-a-person-possibly-look picture, this year complete with the extra horror of “What do you MEAN I have to brush my fringe off my face?! I ALWAYS have my fringe hanging down almost to my eyebrows! I CAN’T brush my fringe completely off my face and look anything like me, never mind a sentient human creature! My hair just doesn’t DO that! I just CAN’T!!! N – O – O – O!!!”