If you click on the above heavily edited picture you can see Wily Coyote and a pheasant by the fence post. Honey had chased Wily to the bottom of the pasture but she is getting warier. She does her job and comes back to the house after making her point. She played with me and with her new toy. I think she is feeling better too.
Cuz Ann sent me some letters I had written to her mother and to her. As always, with Ann, there might be a little malice in every boon. One of the letters was one I had written to her after she jumped me about my mother's condition in her last days. I laid it out there. The letter was a reminder that those last months were a trial. Mom's intent was to get off the damn planet and we were trying to pull the other direction. It was not a particularly nice memento to arrive so close to Mother's Day. At this remove, those months are barely remembered and the other 80 years are remembered (mostly) fondly. I was lucky to have her.
Therese and Rene Skyped today to me and Jeanne and Nicole and Andre drove to Montreal to take them to lunch. Rene starts chemo and radiation tomorrow. They both looked good. I will hold that memory too as I am sure the next six weeks are going to be very tough.
