My mom Margaret is truly amazing.
Start humming any old song and within seconds, as she figures out what key it’s in, her hands are flying up and down the piano keyboard, rocking out the song in a rich outpouring of sound and rhythm. Is the song too high or too low? No problem, she’ll just transpose it on the fly.
She can spell any word, and likely inform you of its etymolgy too. She will correct your usage of lie, lay, laid, and lain. With a passion for animals, she eagerly watches webcams of falcon chicks, and excitedly informs you as they are about to fledge. She educates everyone who will listen (and even those who won’t!) that rat poison is bad for hawks.
Reader: Do not use rat poison! It’s bad for hawks! (See Mom? I’m helping!)
(Reader: Seriously, rat poison kills raptors. Find another way to get rid of rodents.)
She follows politics and current events. She attracts people to her wherever she goes, resulting in a busy social life of choral events, luncheons, book groups, movies and plays, activism, and laughter. She takes long brisk walks. She has traveled far and wide with two of her best friends, Kathie and Betsy, who also happen to be her sisters. Those Snyder girls have always had a good time together.
And she makes puns.
Really bad ones.