Mom's going downhill fast. As reported here last week, she broke her "good leg." How did she do it? Our conversation today tells it from her perspective. Mom: I tripped over some fish. Me: What makes you think that? Mom: Because when I fell down, there were fish. Well, shit, that's good enough for me! … [Read more...]
Fallen and Falling
It's been quite a while since I last wrote here. For a while, it was because we were in a very satisfying holding period. Then the bottom fell out of that holding pattern and I really didn't feel like writing or talking about it. In many cases, my mood mirrors my mom's. I suppose that's pretty normal. On Thursday, somebody from Kindred called me and told me that Mom had … [Read more...]