Millennium Comments; Lunch with Mom

Some millennium comments are in order I suppose. If forced to expound on the last year, or decade or whatever, I'd said that what is significant is the growing sense of self-awareness. Knowing who you are and what you are. Whether that be a matter of gender or color or ethnic origin or sexual orientation. Still a long way to go in lots of these area but the process has begun. More has happened in the last ten years along this line than in the last couple of thousand years.

I have no idea if there is a defining moment. Or if there is a singular individual. "Time" selected Einstein. Not a bad choice. But it could have just as well selected Hitler. Or Bill Gates. Again if cornered, I'd say Eleanor Roosevelt. A courageous individual if every there was one. And I like the fact that she was family.

My mother wanted to go to lunch today, so she drove her red Toyota into the drive at 11:30 or so. The cats had disappeared some moments before. Somehow they always know when someone is coming; I think they pick up my movements and body language and realize I'm waiting. Mother was looking very fashionable in her curly brunette wig; a by-product of her open-heart surgery I'm told.

We drove to Macaroni's which had all of four customers. Momsy had a chicken pasta dish, and I had grilled salmon. Mom is slightly deaf, so I feel as though I'm yelling so she can hear me. A meandering conversation, nothing exciting. At the end, she got a doggy bag, and I gorged myself on an amoreto cake. I was tempted to start licking the plate; I suppose I should have asked for a straw to suck up the last crumbs. (BTW, it took me ten minutes to figure how to spell "amoreto." The dictionary says it the diminutive form of amore.)

PAX!