When doing a Good Thing can be hard

My parents, to their credit, have been lifelong blood givers. It’s been something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time. So when mum got a reminder letter on Friday for some open session times next week, I rang up to volunteer. The lady on the phone was delighted. It was looking promising until…

How my mother and I are different

My mother is a hoarder. Not the obsessive-compulsive kind, where it looks like her house and yard are having a permanent garage sale, but probably somewhere middle on the scale. I, on the other hand, am rather Buddhist-like when it comes to possessions (except books!) Anyway, last night mum and dad went out to tea,…

The day has come

It’s….. It’s….. My Birthday. I’ve slid another year down the muddy slope closer to Thirty. The big 3-0. I don’t think I’ll start the therapy for that one until a bit later. As long as I’ve still got a 2-something, I can cope. (I must have a hang up about getting older.) I’ve gotten flowers…