The Deceptive Prunes

...Continued from yesterday:
      My mom still lives in her own house, which she manages to do with the help of two wonderful caregivers, and she still manages to be herself the caregiver of her six cats:

Lucy,

...Mabel,

...Funny Face,

...Hidey,

...Blondie,

...and Blackie.

   Nobody knows the secret of my mother's longevity and good health.

       As long as I've been around she's never been one to exercise - except for doing housework like a non-stop dynamo and never sitting still - or diet or watch what she ate.
       In fact my mom has always loved sweets, and still does. In her house there are sweets on the shelves,      

...on the counters,

...and in the freezer.

       Who's to say eating lots of sugar might not be my mom's secret for a long life?
       In any case, it obviously hasn't hurt her.
       Anyway, my sister and I were visiting my mom last weekend (see yesterday's post), and at one point while she and I were standing around the kitchen my sister pointed to a cellophane bag sitting on one of the counters.  

      "What's this?" she asked.

      "That?" I asked. I hadn't particularly noticed the bag among all the other packages of candy and cookies sitting on the kitchen counter. "I don't know," I said, "chocolates?"

     "They're prunes," said my sister, "individually wrapped. Like candy."

     "Prunes?" I turned a prune over in my hand, "Who wraps up prunes like candy?" I pondered.

     My sister shrugged. "Maybe it's so you can hand them out for Halloween."
     We laughed and laughed.