...it's a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in bacon...mmmmmmm....
Happy 2017. I could post about everything that kept me from writing in 2016, but even I don't care about that very much.
Mother isn't better, but she's not getting worse very quickly. If one loosens one's definition of 'conversation', she's still conversational, and somewhat lively. She is at the moment safe, comfortable and relatively happy. She still lives in her own house with two dogs. We're talking about screening her for participation in a drug study. Is it awful that I said to my sister, "It's one way in which her life can be meaningful at this point." ?
She says silly things like "Put the chicken in the car and the car won't go, and that's how you spell Chicago!" apropos of usually nothing at all. I decorated her house for Xms, and we had some nice little holiday celebration activities.
Today we take her older dog to the vet, so I must go over and breakfast her. It's a gloomy day and she'll probably be extra sluggish. Must remove all the items I've snuck out of her house from the back of the truck before I leave, though. Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full.
