As we cruise home from getting groceries in Freeland, Mom asks if she has sent her Christmas cards yet.
“Not yet,” I answer. “It’s only October 20.”
“Do I even have a list still?”
“Well, I usually just send out a card to each person who sends you one,” I reply.
Mom muses: “My list probably wouldn’t be very long anymore. I’m of the age where I have outlived and . . . um . . . let’s just say out-intellectualized many people. I mean, I have all my marbles, and I’m grateful for that. It must be horrible to go around not knowing what you’re doing.”
“It must,” I agree.
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