Tuesday, June 12, 2012


There is a group of  glider-chairs (rocking chairs) near the French doors that lead to the courtyard.  A place where one can sit and enjoy nature, watch the chipmunks and the goldfinch at the bird feeders.

Mom refuses, adamantly refuses, to sit in a glider.
"Those chairs are for the old people, see."
She will drag over a dining room chair, even if all the gliders are empty.

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