My Mother The Dowager Duchess is coming home Tuesday or Wednesday of next week. She’s been making great strides. She must be feeling better; she’s been ordering me around… Even more than usual.
The week after surgery, she commanded, “Pillow!”
I adjusted her pillow.
Then she commanded me to, “Pour out that water. Refill it with ice and fresh.”
I asked, “What’s the magic word?”
She looked at me curiously — and imperiously — and queried, “Abracadabra?”
I excused all that figuring it was the pain killers and she wasn’t responsible for her behavior.
But late last week as I folded a pair of her slacks, she said, “Not like that. Do it right. And refold those T-shirts.”
“You know,” I said. “You could say ‘please.’ “
Her response that time: “Why?”
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During Physical Therapy Tuesday, the therapist asked The Dowager Duchess where I was.
My mother told her, “I gave him the day off.”
I’ll start sharing the photos from my exceptional “day off” later this week.
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| MY FEET IN THE ATLANTIC. |
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| BELLY-UP CRAB WITH ONE BLUE CLAW. |
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| A QUIET WEEKDAY ON THE BEACH AT CONEY ISLAND. |
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| STILL ROOM FOR ANOTHER KITE OR TWO. |
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| NOT THE DOWAGER DUCHESS. |
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| MAYBE IN A COUPLE OF WEEKS. |
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| MY NEW WORKOUT BUDDIES? |
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| ON SECOND THOUGHT. |
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| THE GUY AT LEFT COULD MAKE HIS TATTOOS DANCE. (AND I COULD HAVE LIVED WITHOUT SEEING IT.) |
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