Fridays

My mother and I have not always had a close relationship. I probably still would not call it a close relationship. We are very different people and for that reason it seems difficult that we should see things from the same perspective. In the past this has caused some problems, but now that she is less independent some of those perspectives have leaned toward my own or maybe it's the other way around.

One of our weekly adventures is takeing her to have her hair done, something that she started back when I was a small child. Now that she does not drive much I take her to her stylist, we then get groceries if she needs them and sometimes we eat out. This small ritual has somewhat cemented our lives further and I enjoy the small talks we have while we share this weekly occurrence. Today prior to picking her up, I will be dropping books at the library and boxes to Goodwill,and maybe taking cardboard to the recycle bins. I will be paying the water bill and finally picking Mom up for her "hair therapy". Today it will be just the two of us, it is raining and cold and windy, so I will not be enjoying this part of the day. The one part I will enjoy is the time when we talk about nothing really, but it means much more to me than that.