A Question of Age

Mother was very funny today. We sat at her lunch table and talked about age.

“I’m not that old,” she declared.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Oh, about 26.”

“Do you know how old I am?” I responded.

“Well, I’ll be nice. You’re 20.”

My response—considerably older than that—will not be quoted here.

“Well, what does that make me?” She asked.

“You will be 96 in March.”

“Oh, that can’t be true. I don’t feel that old.”

She was pretty clear on that point.

We compromised. She is 30 and I am 20.

Works for her…works for me.

Here are two paintings from her painting class. The model was shells with an emphasis on spirals.
2015.1.20 painting Jane Eggers

2015.1.20 painting Jane K

2015.1.20 model


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