I’m fit to be tied

 I don’t know how my Mom does it.  She is 87 and worries a lot. She breaks the rules about a cloudy disposition shortening one’s life.  I lose my patience with her which is why I should be punished, or tied.  She has a lot of reasons to be unhappy.  But then so does everybody.  I do.  But I should be more patient.  I have to be.  I have a teenage son.

Any who.  Just have to accept that staying patient is of the essence of goodness.  And it ain’t easy. Just have to stay on that course after you veer.

Also, I have to heed all my mother says…