Went to an all-day family party yesterday in honor of my niece the fabulous marine biologist, who’s visiting from California. It was nice – I didn’t expect to stay for so long, but I was having a good time. (And my sister-in-law very thoughtfully made a big batch of mashed potatoes, so I had something I could eat.)
The next generation is exploding. The newest is little Mo, who’s seven weeks old. I got to hold her for a long time, which is always fun. Aren’t babies wonderful? Two of my nieces will give birth to their second kids within the next few months. “Don’t worry, having two is nowhere near as complicated as three,” I told one niece.
My brothers and I stood around and bitched about our health problems, and how the young doctors treat us like we’re old coots. “They just don’t listen,” my oldest brother said.
Ain’t that the truth. Now I understand why my mother put off going to the doctor’s all the time.