The Watering Hole, Saturday, June 1, 2013 – A Place of Her Own

It’s moving day. My sister and I will be packing my mother up (for the third time) and moving her from the other side of my house to an apartment for low-income seniors just across town. Mom’s excited about the move and her new life. She’s really looking forward to it. I’m glad. She’s alone all day otherwise (unless Jane or I stay home sick, but then we don’t go visiting her when that happens), so at least she’ll have other people to talk to during the day. Or as I like to put it, it will give her a chance to be with her own kind. In this case that happens to be old deaf people. Should be fun to watch.

On another note, while we haven’t seen the pheasant that was terrorizing our stretch of road lately (he actually chased cars), I have seen a large snapping turtle out in the road a couple of times recently. We have a pond out back, and I’ve seen one in our yard a few times. I always worry that the cats are going to get into a fracas with it and get hurt. I also worry that some idiot (we have a few on our block) will deliberately run over a turtle if they see it crossing the road. Maybe not the snapper since it could take out an oil pan, but the smaller ones are in some danger. If you do see a turtle trying to cross a road, do it a favor and give it a hand.

This is our daily open thread. Feel free to talk about old deaf people, turtles, Mitch McConnell (combine the two), or whatever else tickles your fancy.