I brought the ukulele to visit Mom yesterday. She fell in love with it and miraculously put a couple of notes together that didn’t sound all that bad. I’ve been serenading her for the past two days learning to play “Hell or high water” from Passenger. A fitting title I thought for times like these, although things have been good since our soup date the other night.
I titled this post Copy – Cat due to Mom finding pleasure in many different things these days. I have noticed that I’m pretty much her only source of inspiration, other then the weekly gossip magazine and her catalog from which she frequently placed orders. It wasn’t until recently that she has wanted everything I have. It is obvious how little contact she had to the outside world, and her own four walls were pretty much all she had. It’s like Christmas every time she sees something new, something practical, or something she simply considers cool. These days she might see a shirt I’m wearing that’s she all of a sudden wants. Other days it was Tupperware I bought, then a blanket I gifted her and which she wanted to buy one herself. I think she finally accepted the blanket as a gift and is ok with it. The latest thing she wants is her own ukulele and she is lovingly cleaning mine while I’m writing this post. 😉 ♥️