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Old Cow Belle: Contrasts

It's been fun watching the events surrounding the Queen of England's Jubilee celebrations. I have to admire her. She is such a "lady" and I don't think any kind of scandal has touched her personally all these years. Or Phillip?

I wonder what she would be like if you could sit down and talk with her? Chilly and formal? I wonder if she has a sense of humor. I think she has needed one, considering all the divorces and shenanigans of her kinfolk.

She and I are about the same age. And there, the similarity ends! I think it would be a pain in the neck to be on display like she is, and stay so "perfect" all the time. She wears such beautiful clothes, and hats, and never has a hair out of place.

I wonder if she ever relaxes and lets her hair down or laughs out loud?

I really do admire her, but I rather enjoy being a slob, never trying to impress anyone.

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When I was younger, I used to feel sorry for old people when it became necessary for them to be in a care center. But I don't any longer.

Husband's and Mom's decline began about the same time. Over 20 years ago, when Mom and I both agreed that it was time for her to move out of her cozy basement apartment, I was in tears, but Mom was wonderful. She said "Don't cry. We'll be fine. I will still love you and you will still love me, and you will visit me." And we were, and I did. I brought her home occasionally, but while she was here, she was restless and satisfied to return to her room at the care center.

The almost two years while she was there, I was so pleased to see what good care she had. God bless care givers. They are a special kind of people.

I see my turn looming on the horizon, and I don't dread it at all. I know I will miss my cozy log home, and all my "stuff," but they are only "things." Things are so temporary, and I can't take them with me when I die anyway. I will make up my mind ahead of time that I will like the move.

I've told my children that, if I become incapacitated before my senses know that I am, I tell them "Just do it." Even if I am lying on the floor kicking and screaming, just do it! Even if I brace my arms and legs on the door frame, just do it!

I don't want my dear children to go through the long-winded heartache that I experienced when Mom's Alzheimer's began and escalated for almost five years before she moved to the care center.

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