My Mother The Dowager Duchess is doing well and continues to be a delight, although she’d tell you she doesn’t feel like herself (which is true) and is frustrated that she can’t do as much as she used to (which is also true and understandable).
She goes for walks when the weather cooperates and is fortunate to have help with laundry and cleaning, and with errands when the weather doesn’t cooperate. She’s hoping to get back to watercolor class — again, when the weather cooperates.
Although The Duchess and I Skype every weekend, The Kid Brother has been, as he says, “taking a break.” It’s become a very long break, but the Duchess understands him and doesn’t mind. And she’s happy he’s become much more social and involved in his group’s activities. He and I speak about once a week.
So, everything is fine. San Geraldo and I are planning another visit in the coming months, which means The Kid Brother will finally visit the Dowager Duchess, as well. (He and I will go to Nathan’s for hot dogs and to play skee ball in Coney Island. He and San Geraldo will go to “the racetrack” to gamble at the casino next door.) Life goes on.
|SUNDAY ON SKYPE WITH THE DOWAGER DUCHESS.
PHOTO TAKEN AND POSTED WITHOUT HER PERMISSION.
BUT I FIGURE WHEN YOU’RE AS GOOD-LOOKING AS SHE IS, IT DOESN’T MATTER.