Mother is eighty-something years old and enjoys the health and enthusiasm of a ten-year-old, with a few added quirks. Let me preface this by assuring you, I don’t mean her mind is going. She hasn’t changed in all the years I’ve had the great fortune to know her. Also, I am not complaining about her, just passing on a few things I’ve learned a person will experience should they spend a little time with her.
Lunch out with Mother always starts with an understanding. I understand I will be paying unless she tells me otherwise ahead of time. Let me give you a little background. She is a tightwad. When we stop for a cup of coffee, she always holds her little yellow change purse where I can’t see it, pretends she has no change, even though it’s bulging, and asks, “Can you pay for my coffee? I hate to…
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Nutsrok 
Your Mom reminds me so much of my own Mom and I am proud of the way you treat and respect her. She raised a wonderful daughter in you and I get all teary eyed reading about your adventures with her. God Bless both of you!
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We are so lucky to have her, but today I took her to have lunch with my sister’s house. I knew lunch would be late and we were at the grocery store so I reminded her to get a snack. I saw her headed to the checkout line with one lonely head of cabbage she got off the mark down rack, no snack. I stopped at the deli and got her three pieces of fried catfish because I knew she’d die before ne. She tore into that catfish as soon as she got in the car and saved the other two for supper. She also took food home from my sister’s lunch.
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