I don’t know how my parents became so old.

I don’t know how I got to be 58.

My kids are all grown up. Even my baby is thinking of College in Washington State.

It’s so far away from here.

Back to my parents. My mom is holding up well. She complains about having wrinkles. Her hair is very long. Longer than I remember it being when I was a child.

Dad is not aging well. My mother is taking care of him. It is getting to the point of considering moving him to assisted living. My mom would go with him.

This is not something that my mom needs.

She is active. She plays clarinet in a community senior citizens band.

She is 88, she expects to be around for another 20 years. I believe she will.

Mom has some dreams about projects for her house.

Last fall I helped her with the garden. It is a lovely mess.

The house is 100 years old.

It is crowded and cluttered with things from my childhood and books. Books are everywhere.

I don’t know how to help my mom with all of this stuff.

Thank goodness for my husband who is patiently talking with my folks.