It’s a beautiful, sunny day. Hot as the Devil in a sauna but gorgeous nonetheless.
My Mom would have been 62 years old today.
What a drag.
Happily, this is a day that offers many comforts. For instance, my maternal grandmother is apparently indestructible, today is the sixty-second anniversary of the Enola Gay’s departure for its historic mission, there are the memories of many many excellent birthday parties and at least one baseball game complete with confetti, people singing Happy Birthday to Mom and her name on the scoreboard.
And, of course, there’s always Pig & Rat.
Happy Birthday Mom. We’re all doing just fine. So enjoy the day.
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