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This is my mom and my first time staying at a Bed and Breakfast. My mom said, “Leave it to a vet to find a place full of animals!” We ate a delicious breakfast this morning while we were treated by our hostess to a display of her dozen or so cockatiels and love birds and whatever… Her first bird, Crackers, perched on my shoulder for much of our time at breakfast. Cracker’s love interest hovered on the chandelier directly over the breakfast table. Not a scene that everyone would be comfortable with… but for mom and me it was a blast! Crackers came to this home a few years ago when our hostess opened her door to find him sitting outside, and before she could comprehend it, he flew and landed on her head. He was the first of 8-9 birds who somehow found their way to this place. Can you imagine? She takes in lost and abandoned birds like some of us take in kids! And they clearly love her.
After our breakfast we headed to see my friend Karen’s brand new baby girl. And what a cutie she is. 
I am writing this from my friend’s home while she and her husband and daughter are visiting the doctor. Mom is sitting in the sun somewhere down by the pool. The weather here is beautiful… about 80 today I think. Soon mom and I are going horseback riding.
Tomorrow we head to Naples and Sunday we return to Fort Lauderdale… only I will drop my mom off and go somewhere else. I had another ugly scene with my brother. He clearly harbors some “systemic” ill will towards me, but for the life of me I can’t imagine what or why for. I barely see him… we barely talk. I have no clue when I made his hit list, but I did. And since I don’t even know what offends, there is not much I can do to “repair”. There is no indication from him that he is even interested in a relationship. If I have learned nothing else over these past twenty years, I have learned that it takes TWO to build or maintain a relationship. And I have learned not to hang around where I am abused. So I am heading home a day early and finding someplace else to hang out between Sunday night and Monday afternoon. For someone who spends so much time investing in relationships, this is really a sad experience for me, because I believe it is pretty representative of how this “relationship” will be from here on out… and how sad is that?
Nancy, I can’t believe thats your MOM! She sure is a young thing.
I wish I could age that well, but I am afraid I am already past the point and headed down hill fast!
Enjoy the rest of your trip!
LOL, I thought it said “this is my mom”, But that is YOU.
Good grief (face here is red)!
You will have to excuse me I read the blogs with three kids climbing on me at all times! Perhaps a bird on my shoulder would be easier?
That’s OK Deb, you can call me young ANY TIME!!