...like writing. I saw an article today about mourning the death of handwriting. It seems that people born after 1980 don't do cursive writing at all like their elders - and those born in the '90s don't do it almost at all. Sigh. Click HERE for the article in TIME magazine.
Yesterday Mother and I went to Canton to the 60th (60th!!) wedding anniversary party of some dear friends of hers. She saw some folks she hadn't seen in years. Some were in wheelchair type things. Some had canes. Everybody seemed to have changed but Mother. And she was sporting a snazzy new hairdo. (She's my inspiration!)
Oh, and we drove by the old house she and Daddy rented in the mid seventies before they built White Haven. I remembered it being a nice house. Now there is an old car in the front yard.
I could go on - like how Sam and I have driven by our old haunts lately- and they're gone. Completely.
Oh, and this is for sale at the antique mall...as an antique...
That's it for this morning.
Have a great day.