I want to write something to my mother since she's away on a two month vacation. I really missed her at Mother's Day. So if it's okay, I'm going to write an ode to Mother in my diary. She's 74 and super healthy. She walks a lot and goes to the gym. She loves the rowing machine. I'd like to buy her one and have it sitting in her living room for when she returns from her holiday but can't afford it. Still paying off Ex husband's gambling debts. But that's another story.
Mom eats quite healthy, but she is Dutch, so that means a fondness of sugar. One can usually find a cookie or two in that old girl's house. Her character house is super old and renovated in the inside and she has European furniture and wall hangings...thick red rug on the living room table, for example. A Dutch painting in the kitchen, and a bathtub with legs in the bathroom.
Mom is well read, she is a history buff and it's amazing to listen to her talk about countries and governments, and trends. We used to tease her that one of her favorite sayings always began with ... "I recently read..."
She's very cheerful and extremely kind, wise and understanding. Sometimes I've wondered if the dear little gal might be a saint. Even people who have been mean to her...she has found ways to forgive them and extend kindness to them, which has meant a lot to them. She tended to a friend who recently died of cancer and visited her everyday. This friend wasn't always that nice to my mom, but before she died, she held my mom's hand and told her how much it meant to have her care.
I have learned a lot about life from my mother. Somehow we became friends instead of mother/daughter, at some point in my adult life...I imagine that's the way it's supposed to happen. Mom has been there for me. In every way imaginable over the years. And we've been through an adventure or two! Once, we went on a holiday together and she accidentally drove my van into the ditch. My sons and I were sleeping and all of a sudden I woke up and was lying sideways. LOL No one was hurt and a trucker took us back to the nearest town and we got the van fixed and we were good as new. Mom has never forgotten that and felt so bad about it. It was not a big deal to me...more important we were all okay. But my god, what a scare. She veered right across the opposing traffic lane and entered the ditch on the other side. Lucky for us, there were no cars coming. All she could say was "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry". As though I was going to beat her about the head. LOL I told her insurance will cover repairs and the important thing is we're all okay. The boys thought it was quite fun to ride back in the trucker's rig.
My dog Rufus, loves my mother insanely. He loves her the most of all people he has met. And he loves a lot of people. It's as though animals sense the nature of people...very cool.
My mom is adventurous, she travels every year, at least twice. To far off lands, with friends and family. She is wonderful to travel with, so easy going, not a constant chatter box, just laid back. When I look at pictures of her as a young woman, she truly was a beauty. With porcelain skin and soulful brown eyes, and gorgeous outfits from the 50s, scarves over her head, the cat-eye sunglasses. Very Zsa Zsa! We were never wealthy growing up, but that was never a problem, because we had her love. And that was the one constant thing in our lives.
When she gets back I'll write this out in a card and give it to her.
and hockey, eh? 
I've gotta say, I know I sound like some weepy girl who's getting all emotional over the internet, but whatever, because I am and you are obviously a great person and I wish that you could eliminate some of the stressors in your life. 