Sloth, Maybe?

Returning our attention to Mom's birthday weekend at Mohonk Mountain House.  Susan and I had to handle my mother gingerly.  She was as delicate as a jeweled eggshell.  She suffers from neuropathy, which makes her dependent on a walker. The layout of Mohonk Mountain House is not so much one building as it is a conglomeration of buildings joined together.  A second floor hallway in one building may transition unevenly with the third floor in an annex.  There are not many ramps, and there was no one on hand to operate the handicap lifts.  We had to ease Mom up the short steps leading from the main building to the pool/spa. Fortunately, at the pool/spa building, there is an elevator which leads to the three levels of the gift shop, the spa and sauna, and the pool.  With swimming gear in our possession, we went to our respective changing rooms.  I emerged first from the men's room and relaxed on a bench.  I anticipated a fifteen minute wait for Su...

My mother is the middle child of three of my grandparent's children.  From youngest to oldest:  John, Pat, and Mary.  My uncle John and Aunt Mary died some years ago, leaving my mother.  Mom is just a few days away from her 90th birthday. To celebrate, my wife Susan and I brought her up to the scenic Mohonk Mountain House nestled in the Shawangunk (pronouned SHON-gum) Mountains in Ulster County, New York.  I have been told that the Shawangunk overlooks the borders of five states:  New Hampshire, Vermont, New York, Massachusetts, and Connecticut.  Some vista! We arrived yesterday, Friday afternoon.  This is not the first time the three of us have been to Mohonk.  The first time we came to this grand hotel was in April of 2008 at the invitation of our friend, Joe Fitzpatrick.  Joe, or "Big Joe Fitz" as he is commonly known, arranged an event at Mohonk called "Blues on the Mountain."  Blues musicians from various parts of the country c...