Not Lawrence, but also a NE mill town
C and her daughter and bf are driving all the way to Lawrence for a flea market today. She asked so I recommended the historical museums there, too, though I’ll be surprised if they see them.
I admire their get-up-and-go, every single day. C told her girl, “You’re not driving that busy route yourself yet. Neither can your bf, his mom said. So we’re all go.” “Oh, Mom!”
I wish I had been as caring and careful a mother as C is. And my sibs. Might have had fewer traumas. Then again, preemptive karma might be real.
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