The fly by…day sixteen.

I have not seen my mom much lately, I realized it’s been over two weeks and other than a glimpse when she isĀ  sitting on her front porch reading the paper in the morning on my way to work, I have not been around. She lives on the same block, comes over and lets the dogs out while I am at work, which is a blessing anytime but especially during opera season when many times my days start at 8:30am and end at 1o:0pm or later. It was important to me that as I start a string of six performance packed days, I took some time to share a meal catch up with her.

I made a pretty good dinner if I do say so myself, poached salmon with edamame, leeks, wild mushrooms and preserved lemon (which is one of my new favorite things) we had sliced tomatoes she brought over from a friend’s garden and I couldn’t say no when she asked if we could have a small dollop of Hellmanns mayo on top. It’s a thing we always did and as a kid I had no idea what mayo was, I really thought it was just kinda like yogurt, which is probably why Hellmanns mayonnaise is responsible for my entire right thigh. Needless to say my “dollop” was a teaspoon, I know because I made myself measure it out. A teaspoon of mayo is little more than the lick of a spoon after you have dumped the rest in whatever it is you are eating, but I was grateful for the two bites of tomato which actually had any mayo reside at all. We had a nice night eating outside and watching the dogs run around acting silly chasing butterflies, tennis balls and each other.

At one point I looked over and my sweet mom looked so frail. I kept thinking it’s only been like two weeks and she looks different to me, still amazingly beautiful with a sparkle in her eyes, but it kinda knocked the air out of my lungs for a moment. I wasn’t scared or sad really but very aware the the days matter, the hours matter, cooking for her matters. I don’t want to look back and have regrets because I wasn’t paying attention. I am grateful for the lessons learned tonight and for another great memory.




Mom's plate which she said was better than anything she could get eating out. Oh the biased opinion of a mothers love!

Mom’s plate which she said was better than anything she could get eating out. Oh the gloriously biased opinion of a mothers love!



  1. dogl2324 says:

    I am so sorry that was the thought with the pic! Yikes, I didn’t even think about that! It’s hard not to worry but I am trying hard to be really thankful she is in good health and close by! I hope all is well in your world Cherie! xx

  2. Lillian says:

    You’re both so lucky that you’re able to live close to her and see her often.

    The meal looks fabulous.

  3. Cherie C says:

    Oh my goodness, when I saw the preview pic I was so worried something had happened to her! But yes, it’s a good reminder to keep our loved ones close. My mom is in her early 60’s, and while she’s getting close to that magic # of 65, I don’t consider her elderly at all. I do worry about her getting older though.

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