I just spoke with Father

Dad has been very busy this week with continuing to finalize papers
on the home equity credit line he will be using for the purchase of
the new house. Faxing papers to the credit union and answering
questions has taken several days. He is also working on final details
of the new house yet to be ordered, colors, windows, final details
take an amazing amount of time when ordering a modular home.

During this time, Mother continues to be changing, it seems, on a
daily basis. Oh, news flash, Mom and Dad found the missing purse and
ID and credit cards and everything. It was all hung up on a hanger in
the back of the closet next to the old winter clothes that even Mom
will not wear.

I just got off the phone with Mom tonight. I try to call on Friday
nights since things are quieter and calmer here at my house. Tonight
I tried to just sit on the couch and connect with the ebb and flow of
Mom's thoughts and feelings. She was eating her usual supper of
healthy toast with healthy peanut butter and healthy bananas and
plain yogurt. When I asked what she was eating she could describe all
the items except for the yogurt. She turned to Dad and said, "I have
not talked about my supper with someone before, what is the white
stuff called...?" So he reminded her it was yogurt.

Mom has been on heavy medication for her vasculitis, http://
www.niaid.nih.gov/factsheets/wegeners.htm, for many years. Just last
week Dad saw a commentator on the Olympics comment that one of the
athletes has a vasculitis similar to mother's; he pointed this out to
Mom and she told him she did not know what he was talking about. So
tonight, while on the phone, I asked her about the vasculitis. She
wondered why I was asking, commented that Dad had commented recently
about it and then declared that it was a problem that "some doctor"
had checked her out for "years back" but it had not been a problem
for a long time.

This would be merely interesting except for the fact that she is
starting to strongly resist taking the medication each day she needs
to stay alive.

Well enough complaining about the reality of the changes.

On a different subject. This weekend is the wedding event of Timothy
and his wife to be. I wish I could be there both to see him and his
wife and catch up with every one else. But it is not to be.