a couple weekends ago, our next door neighbor, kitty, turned the big 9-1. ninety-one, folks! so to celebrate, a few neighbors got together for some chocolate cake + coffee, and of course, lots of good chatter from the lady miss kitty. imagine the stories!
she absolutely adores mister henry. she calls him her little boyfriend. she'll say, in her finest sophisticated southern accent, "where's mah little boy-freyund!!!". henry is such a good little fella, sometimes he'll go over to her house and spend a little time with her at the kitchen table. of course you know she stuffs him full of cookies and snacks, but what else would you expect.
miss kitty was an ER nurse back in her day and she's got all sorts of stories that she likes to share, particularly the gruesome ones. she seems to get a big kick out of telling those and the reactions they get.
nowadays, it's just her and her son, tommy, who's in his mid 50s with down syndrome. i think that probably has a lot to do with the fact that she really hasn't slowed down too much. in a way, she just can't. they don't have any family left- and haven't for many years. but the two of them still manage to get along pretty great. she's a real firecracker, with a huge heart- i think it would take a lot to get her down.
even a few minutes with the wiggle worm didn't tire her out.
if i make it to 91, i hope to be as happy and full of life as miss kitty is.