Some perks of driving 500 miles in a motor home to visit my 97-year-old mother at the house in the Bay Area where I grew up, in a socially-distant, responsible manner… I mean the visit, not me when I was growing up, I was perhaps socially-distant, but no way was I ever responsible…

So I borrowed my mother-in-law’s motor home to visit my mom. Is that weird? Also, is it weird that for a 60-year-old guy my legs are still so sexy?

First perk; Dew-speckled roses in the morning. Sorry, I know you have seen pictures like this, but I had a few left from my phone, that I used to text my wife and kids.

Perk #2; In a pandemic, there are no fashion rules!

And yeah… roses… covered with dew…

Perk #3; My brother Sid, who is helping my mom out, brings me meals in the backyard at dinner time. My mom has a friend whose husband works for a guy who has three triplet daughters that raise chickens. Their mother is Asian, and she goes to the Asian market and grabs up all the green stuff that has fallen off the vegetable. Then, she goes to a famous bakery around these parts, and gets the really old bread.

Yup, the chickens have only eaten imported Asian vegetables and fancy bread crumbs. My mom’s friend brought some eggs, all different colors, so my brother made free-range, yuppie-chicken-egg French toast. Yes, it was as good as it sounds.

Oh, and there are these roses in the backyard.

Perk #4; If I stand by the big back windows and look inside, it is almost like being in there. I can see the sunset… sort of!

Perk #5; Last night, my brother did a real caveman bar-b-que, using real oak wood from our tree in the front yard.

I don’t know if you are jealous, but you ought to be.

Perk #6; I make new friends, and not just the birds that I sit out here taking pictures of. He is warming his tail in the sun.

I named him Jimmy, after one of the crack squirrels that live inside my head. You would know all about Jimmy if you listened to my podcast.

Perk #7; In my endless quest to invent the perfect drink, this is my newest creation. It is strawberry lemonade with a little honey and some rum, heated up.

Help me come up with a name for it.

Perk #8; I got to see Andy, an old childhood friend, down at the dog park, where I petted lots of dogs… in a socially-distant responsible way, of course.

And did I mention the roses?

The lovely dew-dappled roses?

I’m sure I must have.

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8 Responses to Some perks of driving 500 miles in a motor home to visit my 97-year-old mother at the house in the Bay Area where I grew up, in a socially-distant, responsible manner… I mean the visit, not me when I was growing up, I was perhaps socially-distant, but no way was I ever responsible…

  1. Doug Thomas says:

    An enjoyable visit! Yes, pandemic fashion has taken over here, too. I’d describe what I’m wearing (or not…!) but I still have a tiny amount of dignity left. I just hope no one rings the doorbell and I have to come up with an ensemble, quickly, that doesn’t embarrass anyone.

  2. The flowers are beautiful; the food looks great; even the squirrels seem good. Your legs, on the other hand…well, that’s a sight I’ll have trouble getting out of my mind.

  3. List of X says:

    You could call the drink “ruminade”.

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