Thursday, January 30

Today I am grateful for:

More lovely weather.

Lots of sunshine.

A nice walk at the park down the road. I chatted with a fellow who is there often; he's a photographer. I don't know if he remembers seeming me there, but I often see him as he's driving away, or we pass each other on the trail. He's one of the few other people I see at the park regularly in the winter. I kept crossing paths with this one moose, first it would move away through the bush, but because the trails are loops, I'd end up seeing it again. I think there were two moose in that part of the park and I saw each of them a couple of times. This is odd for me, usually I only see them fairly far away. I'm glad Roxy was well-behaved, and that the moose were respectful of us and moved away.

A good phone conversation with my Mom. Something that she's been doing lately that I find odd, is she keeps asking me if "I went to school" with people who are much older than I am. My sisters are much older than me, so maybe she forgets that sometimes? She'll hear about someone from our area who comes up in a conversation, or they died or something, and if it's someone she vaguely recalls, or sounds related to people from our area, she seems to think that I will remember them or know all about them. I haven't lived in that area for 30 years now, and even when I did, I was a kid and it's not like I knew everyone. Today she was asking if I knew this guy who passed away, maybe I went to school with him. He was 63. I actually had to tell her I'm only 47. I don't know if this is more than just her not thinking this through, or if she really doesn't know how old I am. Then awhile ago I mentioned that if a member of our family was the right size, I might have some clothes they could try on since I've lost weight. My Mom said "Well, they'd all be too big for me!". Even at my heaviest, I was still a few sizes smaller than my Mom. She also knows this, because I buy clothes for her sometimes, and my rule of thumb was always that if something fit me loosely, it might fit her (because she never seems to commit to telling me her size, even though I try to get her just to check the label of whatever she likes wearing). It wouldn't be THAT surprising if she's having mental slip-ups; she'll be 90 this year, but sometimes they sting a little, because it makes me think that she just isn't bothering to pay attention to who she's on the phone with.

A nice evening at home. I re-watched "Fury" and worked on my current painting some more.