My mom and older sister showed up last Thursday. Far from being the criticism-fest I expected, it was a really nice visit. We went to Champoeg State Heritage Area on one day and drove through the Hood River Valley on another impossibly beautiful autumn day. Did I bring my camera? No!
We also made a trip to Powell's City of Books, that Mecca in the city that we know and love. I bought a truly great book that I'll review later after I've finished reading it.
It was such a nice visit that it felt truly too soon when they left. I have to admit to a kind of melancholia, but I think that is largely due to the fact that every time I see my mother, she's a little shorter and a little more frail. She's also battling breast cancer, but I think she's going to beat it, really. They got it early.
She and I have had our ups and downs, and I know that I'm not her favorite child, but I still love her, and I know she loves me, and I'm just not ready to lose my mommy.