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My mother will be ninety-five in two weeks. She's trying to decide whether she wants to go to the zoo (I hope not because I don't like zoos) or to Goodwill for a shopping trip. Maybe there's not a lot of difference, given the wild things she's found at Goodwill in the past. I'm fortunate because she is still very sharp and, despite a recent broken hip, she is in very good physical condition. She did everything the physical therapists told her to do and is walking as well as before the hip was broken. I feel fortunate to have this time with her, even though it can be extremely stressful at times. Her hearing is poor, her sight worse, and she can get what she calls "cranky" (an understatement) at times. Still, every moment she's here is a good moment, as far as I'm concerned. I'm very lucky to be her caretaker.
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