tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21414028.post114772481976145169..comments2022-11-12T08:10:02.525-05:00Comments on Juggling Scarves: What, me worry?--Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11551207516174210115noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21414028.post-1147910119284812082006-05-17T19:55:00.000-04:002006-05-17T19:55:00.000-04:00No, that's all right. If I didn't want comments I...No, that's all right. If I didn't want comments I wouldn't put things like this out there.<BR/><BR/>She claims to not be worried about it. And she probably isn't. My mom is already older than her mother ever was, and she probably thinks a herniated whatsit or even a little angina would be no sweat compared to breast cancer (which is what Grandmom died of, in her early fifties, back when I was 10 or so).<BR/><BR/>I think it has more to do with the whole parent/child thing. She knows my sister and I are adults, but we're still her babies. This means she needs to know about every sniffle, and we should go blithely along thinking Mom is indestructible.<BR/><BR/>At least she remembered to tell me. By the time she talked to Ditter, she'd forgotten to say anything. First my sister'd heard of it was when I mentioned it yesterday. Oopsie.--Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11551207516174210115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21414028.post-1147895266747450032006-05-17T15:47:00.000-04:002006-05-17T15:47:00.000-04:00She's not on her own, V. That would be a completel...She's not on her own, V. That would be a completely different scenario.<BR/><BR/>She probably wants to get straight how she feels about it before she has to deal with how you all feel about it.<BR/><BR/>Pardon me - nothing to do with me...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com