A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
It's a bird, it's a crane...it's an ostridge
Mom sometimes has difficulty finding the correct word she wants to say. A few weeks ago, it was pouring rain and I said, "Look, that big blue heron is out on the pond looking for fish." "Yeah," Mom observed, "the crane and ostridge were out there too." This week the blue heron was dubbed the pink flamingo.
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