adventures with Mom, part 5 of n

The Asian art museum, a walk on Broadway, and roast pork chops & sauerkraut, which I probably hadn't eaten in nearly thirty years. There were no falls and only mild culture shock. This has been the mellowest of days since my mother arrived.

Mom leaves tomorrow night. *Sniffle.* I think back at some of what I've read right here on LJ, and I'm lucky that a) she hasn't worn out her welcome, and b) she was alive and healthy enough to come here in the first place. May lightning strike me if I ever take that for granted.