Oh Riddle

My Mother....the riddlest of them all.

That name started started 48 years ago...when my (now 80-year-old) mother was pregnant with my brother Joe. Rejeana and I were very interested in the pregnancy because we knew it from the beginning and were allowed....even in those semiVictorian times....to feel him kick. But Rejeana, with her usual twinkle in her eye, had the idea to start "mashing" Junior. She would put her arms around Mother's big stomach and mash hard with the points of her finger. Rejeana's fingers were sharper and smaller so they must have hurt...but mine were older and stronger so they hurt in their own right! This is still funny to me, I'm laughing as I type, even though there's nothing funny about it. We'd run real quick because Mother would turn around and slap us, and we'd be giggling and run tell each other! Then we'd say "Ohhhhhhhhh Riddle".

Maybe that's why her water broke 3 weeks early, we'll never know. But by that time she'd forbidden either of us to come behind her.

Lexapro is a Life Saver

Lexapro keeps me from crying. I'd recommend it to anybody. And don't tell me it's hormonal to cry. Being 15 years past menopause I'll argue that with a rock. Maybe I'm just a big wimp, but it's either Lexapro or sporadic, inapporpriate tears.

Last night at work everything went wrong, no major errors or goofs, just everything else that could happen did. And just like the Beatles, I got by with a little help from my friend... and that's the big "L" that sits on my bathroom countertop. Sure, God did most of it....but Lex let me get through it with dignity. Sometimes I miss the tears but they can be humiliating when they're misplaced. This way I get to keep the stone-faced, who-cares demeanor and nobody sees "me".