Grandma Party

My mom had her birthday party with the local ladies at one of the local fishing retreats.

She’s 77 this year. Still has her natural hair color. Still lives in a cabin in Colorado on acreage in the mountains. Still builds her own fires, feeds her ducks on an island she rows out to, serves on a couple of boards of museums.

She’s always armed, so probably not a good idea to sneak up on her. She’s also faced down a bear in her house.

She killed a raccoon on the island that was killing her ducks and skinned it for its pelt this year. I was impressed. I may do hard-core gardening but my mom has mastered life on a totally different level. She drove down to Texas in her dualy diesel truck that we (not so affectionately) call the “cluster truck” and has been helping me through some awful stuff (hence my lack of normal posting). We drove it to Kansas and hooked up a trailer full of hedge firewood (it burns hotter) at my uncle’s and hauled it up here to Colorado.