Today I take off for the 100 year old party for Mom. I have a bunch of things I am supposed to bring to my sister's house. The outdoor game Washers, a cooler, lawn chairs, photos, and on and on. It has been a challenging week, watching the grandkids and getting ready for the party.
I will see my brother's and some cousins at this party. I hope that the weather is okay. Mom has had some bloody noses lately that are worrying. Sister has had some anxiety attacks. I haven't been sleeping well. These things are mostly par for the course of Mom's big birthday parties. So many years, so many parties.
I have decided that if I live to 80, I don't want a big party. I might like to see my siblings. I know that I would like to see my son and his family. I will go visit or talk on the phone to whoever else I want to. I don't like big parties. But, Mom does, so this is for her. I hope the party and all the people and things don't kill her, but it seems more likely that it will kill me, or my sister or some of us left to try to make this a celebration.
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