Mom & Me Journals Histories: 1999 - 2001

    Speaking of my mother, after her appointment I took her to view the turning of the leaves, highlighted by the sugar maple which was spectacular and which she appreciated so much we drove by several times. I think she may have thought it was a series of sugar maples rather than one stand. Fall is moving very quickly across the foliage, now, just within the last 24 hours. Although, The Big Girl is still shedding. A lot. And it is still unseasonably warm. Anyway, although I've taken my mother down and off Copper Basin before, which has a spectacular fall display, she doesn't remember it so always marvels at it. For some reason, though, something set her off as we were coming out of one particularly well forested residential area. She started carping about "Mother's" (her mother's) propaganda campaigns about Prescott. One minute she was raving about the countryside, the next she was snidely complaining about her mother and working herself into a fit of, "Why do we live up here?". I stopped her and pointed out what was happening. She was working herself into a snit over a view that she initially enjoyed. She stopped. Without resentment. Then, on the way home after we'd turned onto our street, she remarked how beautiful "this drive" was, and how it had been awhile since she'd been on it. We were a bit less than half a mile up the heavily wooded, rural residential road that leads to our house. I realized she'd forgotten where she was. I decided not to remind her, to see how she reacted when we turned the next bend and slid onto our driveway. When we pulled in, she said, "Where are we?"
    "We're home, Mom."
    "We live here?"
    "Yes."
    "Well! This is nice!" She was very enthusiastic.
    So, it looks like we'll keep this place. This is nice.