Mom hated the sound of her own voice as Grandad walked out for his coffee and paper this morning. It reminded her of (sounded too much like) an hour long sermon (lesson?) delivered from Kansas via telephone back in the day when she lived at Nava Manor in Rocky Ford, Colorado.
Like in Gilmore Girls, she'd had enough of this conversation, so she wrote, "We're done!"
1:00 am 3 July 2014: Just in time to celebrate
INDEPENDENCE, Mom has learned to set aside her fear of the moral judgments that Grandad's children continue to make against her. As in years past, she has been led by angels that appear in the media @ midnight on PBS.
- Charlie Rose
- Stargazers
- Tavis Smiley
This morning Mom is drawing inspiration from pools of information shared by
freak thinkers and
Jennifer Holliday.
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