Today was my 56th birthday. Peg gifted me with BBQ pork ribs from the mother of all BBQ shacks, which our friend Bruce picked up on his way to hang out with her while I rode the trike in the rain.
Her weight is holding steady at about a hundred and twelve. She's able to stand up to brush her teeth and move from chair to bed. Every day is different. The only guarantee is that she will not change species or become a Republican.
No comments:
Post a Comment