Park HERE!

Mom
March 2, 1925 - September 19, 1985


November 19, 2016

On our way to Kate’s soccer tournament.  Richard texted me to let me know that parking was tough – reminded me to have my handicapped placard out.  They were limiting the number of cars they let in.

It brought back a memory of going to the King of Prussia Mall with my mother at Christmas back in the olden days - when I was a kid.  It was nearly impossible to find a parking place.  My mother spotted an empty spot a couple rows away, so she told me to get out of the car, run across the parking lot and stand in that space until she could get there so that no one could park there.

I did as I was told, but I was mortified – and afraid.  People honked their horns at me – screamed at me – drove their cars right up to me – almost running me over.  I stood there and cried until my mother was able to pull into the spot. I have no idea how old I was, but I was young.

Just another 'good time'.

Feeling Groovy

Mom
March 2, 1925 - September 19, 1985

November 22, 2016

The 59^th Street Bridge Song played on Pandora today and immediately I smiled and thought of my mother (not two things that often happen simultaneously).  I don’t think she knew any of the words except the chorus, but she was great at “ba da-da da-da-da-da, feelin’ groovy”!  I cherish the good memories. 

Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy  
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feelin' groovy 

Hello lampost, what'cha knowin'?
I've come to watch  your flowers growin'
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doo-ait-n-doo-doo, feelin' groovy  

I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morningtime drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you.  All is groovy.
                                          ~ Paul Simon ~