Gusty, gusty, gusty today, moving the hot air out and bringing the cold air in—20 degrees cooler today than the past few. But the air smelled fresh. I’m watching the neighbor’s tree from one our skylights and hoping it’s as flexible at it looks. On a short neighborhood walk, I saw this “tumbleweed” in the street made of catkins from oak trees. Don’t let the picture fool you, this sausage-shaped hairball was as long as my torso and nearly as big around. (Interestingly, it’s National Arbor Day and National Hairball Awareness Day.)
Had a brief chat with Mom this morning. I’ve decided to stop asking her how she is (I already know the answer). Instead I ask how she slept, what she had for breakfast, and what the weather is like. Then we talk about what I’m up to; she likes to hear what others are doing. My sister had a long visit with her in person and later told me Mom has the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s coupled with vascular dementia. Mom has now been informed but how much she’ll remember from day to day remains to be seen. She’s repeated her statement about wanting to write a book about how to grow old. We all think that would be a great idea and would love to help her if she’s serious. I’m going to start asking her what her thoughts are on that and taking notes.
For a Friday night treat, I made Hubby his favorite: strawberry-rhubarb crumble. I’ve been trying to wean myself off sugar but splurged on a small dish myself. I can cheat on Fridays, right?
Tomorrow is pinch–punch day!