As mom's day approached last weekend, my deck and patio below got cleaned and I began the redeployment of furniture, umbrellas, a fan and the electronic necessary to setup my outside office.  The last act involved taking the external monitor and setting it on its stand.  That occurred after visiting with mom last Sunday.  I was able to use the space most of last week (not yesterday though.)  I hope to enjoy more as the week begins.  At right, I sits all covered to protect against the elements. 

In the tapestry of time, threads silver and gold, Each strand is a story, each wrinkle a tale untold, Aging isn't a curse, but a gracious unfold, Of life lived in depth, in warmth, and in cold.   Days whisper softly, in sunsets of molten hue, Reminding us gently of things we once knew. Each dawn is a blessing, every twilight is too, Age is but stardust, our hearts remain true.  

Last week we were entering a local nursery when my car was rear ended by an old beat up pickup truck.  

A picture on the front page of Tuesday’s New York Times caught my eye. It was a room at the Friars Club.

That is how I spent Friday night – with friends after a good meal.  

Are you a good texter? Or, the better question is, are you a quick responder to texts?    During working hours, I rarely look at my cell phone. Sometimes if I see a text from one of my children pop up, I might look but that is pretty unusual.   

Today, I get to spend the early part of it with two of the three moms in my life. As noted previously, I enjoy two moms; not of the Heather has two variety but it would be okay if that were the case. I share one with my brother Richy and our step-bro Jeff, whose dad, since passed, married our mom. Richy and I share with Rob, his mom Jean and our late dad. Mom Phyllis (Pic with her granddaughter at left.) moved back earlier this year from Florida (we surprise her this morning).

  Change is really the only constant in our lives with new technologies, evolving trends, and societal transformations. However, so many people resist it. They seem to gravitate to plans and habits.   I don't think we should overlook these continuous changes even within ourselves. Every experience, challenge, and lesson molds us into the individuals we become. Change is like a tempestuous storm, but within it, we discover resilience and the capacity to bloom amidst adversity.