Today I received a large (think dozens and dozens…almost the kind you would see at a funeral or wedding size) bouquet of white roses. Which the average female would have loved to receive. Except me. #1 they came from a guy I already let know I wasn’t interested in. I’m not playing hard to get. I don’t play anything. If you let me know you are interested and I tell you I am not, I’m not. I’m pretty transparent that way. #2 I don’t like roses. I like cabbage roses, but not traditional roses. And they make my allergies go insane. So I could have kept them. I could have thrown the out. Instead I thought of my mother. My mom used to volunteer at the Assisted Living Center (you know them as the old folks home) when my grandmother stayed in one. She went every day. She would often drag me, mostly in the summers to help her run Bingo. She would read the numbers in English and I would follow in Spanish (this was Phoenix after all). But I remember how sad she would be for the … [Read more...]