Swirling away

Way too windy for my mother's taste to go outside for a while today, so we did some chores. She marched up and down the stairs, and inspected my vacuuming results. Some time after her lunch we rallied and braved the elements for a pretty good walk for her. She's decided it's time for her old winter coat to come out. I have thought she could use some kind of new fleece outdoor wear, but she resists the idea, saying it isn't necessary. She persists with her old maroon quilted coat.
Stranger and stranger grows the tale about George Henry Lewes and George Eliot; Mr. Lewes, according to the English law in the 1840's, blew his opportunity to divorce his polyandrous wife because early on in her production of kids fathered by a man other than her husband, Lewes accepted the first couple of bastards as his own. Supposedly that negated any claim to get rid of her. And he wound up supporting her and the whole bunch of children for the rest of his life.