The Big Cheese’s mother passed away last night. Being me, I already had a post pre-loaded for today. But my heart isn’t in it. Of course my failure to post would annoy her (I am laughing and crying as I write that.) She was not long on sentiment. At any rate, I will be busy with Things That Must Be Taken Care Of.
We visited her yesterday, the whole brood, for Mother’s Day, and she and I had a great conversation about perfume, of all things, which I will post on at some point. She was a fine, funny lady, and I will miss her.
If you’re in the mood later today, put on your favorite scent and toast her with her drink of choice: a stiff vodka martini on the rocks, with an olive.