|Isn't this great for an elderly indoor cat. The Bear would love one that jutted right out of the kitchen into the apple tree. The birds wouldn't but would probably catch on and stand on the top and make faces at him.|
|This is also a bead, a focal bead, the centre of a necklace. We have the moon, stars and a swirling sea and more than a truck load of talent to do this.|
Mother is sick again and I don't care a fig. I was down there for three hours yesterday but she waited until a friend of our came in after I left to go into a decline. The friend is more sympathetic than I am these days. Mother said she hid how ill she was from me because she didn't want to worry me, what BS. As though I haven't spent the last 10 years just judging how ill she is by just watching her but she had all her minions running around after her and ringing Doc Marvin. I was rung by the friend last night and had a report which was nothing like the phone call from mother this morning. I am worried for the friend since she has become a target of a nasty at the Home who made comments up the line that she does so much for mother that her daughters must feel pushed out. Bwahahahahaha!
I'm constantly telling her not to fall for the old bat's manipulations but she's kind and says she doesn't mind. Sister is popping in this afternoon for her usual 5 minutes but I've warned her so she's going to try and get hold of the nursing notes and see what the medication is. It's not infection, it's just the usual heart not functioning enough to pump out fluid collecting in the lungs. But believe me she'll hang on until next Saturday when she turns 85. That could have been my breaking point yesterday when she said something about her birthday and added that it was only 5 years then until she was 90 and she might make it yet.
That's serious, look how fast this year is going, it's March tomorrow.