Don't you just hate it when you leave the house to run errands and forget the errand list and have to drive back (in my case walk back) home to get it. I made it all the way ti Highland Avenue and realized I had forgotten my backpack containing all my utility bills and checks to pay them with.

Now I hope to leave by 10:00 am to go pay my bills and be home by noon or close to it hopefully. Assuming I don't forget my brain this time Wish me luck.

At least it's not raining...YET

I made it back before noon. I paid all five utility bills and visited mom in hospital. She was sound asleep but nurse said she was up all night saying she wanted to go home and she needed rest.

Speaking of which, I'll go sack out for 90 minutes and then arise to finish some housekeeping before the space age vacuum arrives later tonight.

Better chain yourself down before the vacuum arrives. Hate to see you become a wolf hairball.

The Ken and Plix Vacuuming Service just left my house but they "forgot" to leave me their new vacuum - heheheh. They vacuumed fve rooms: living, dining, mom's bedroom, my bedroom and the den and the house looks greatly improved.

When Ken vacuumed his own apartment, he said it only filled the vacuum dirt cannister halfway. Here he dumped the full dirt canninister at least 26 times.

His machine even had a minor heart attack but was remedied. Just a loose fitting. Ken even unplugged the clog in my old vacumn so I can keep up the cleaning. The house still needs work but the floor looks MUCH better than it did.

I hope they make it home safely. Ken is worn out and his Dyson probably thought it just fought it's way through hell and back. That's it, Ken & Plix own the Audey Murphy of vacuums

I was never a believer in Angels before but I met one today.

Daughter, offspring of young Uncle Flo, took me to lunch today. She's polite, beautiful, prompt, cute, sexy, highly intelligent. She is a great conversationalist though I probably monopolized the talk.

Did I mention she was cute

Oh, and she has exotic tattoos. I only saw two out of 20 but they were great.

Hon I had a great time with you today! We'll have to do it again next time I come through town.

Today, I walked up to see mom at the hospital and received my first panic attack in ages. Not only was she not in her room, there was a stranger in her bed in room 620. As I ran to the nurse's station panic stricken (thinking mom has died and nobody had bothered ti call me) her nurse saw my face, white as a sheet and said, "we moved your mom down to 517."

I saw mom finally. The nurse there says she's not eating and they want to insert that hose thing into her stomach to feed her. They say she is still having trouble swallowing. They took my number and said they would call me for permission.

I informed them, the tube had to come out before she was returned home. I stressed I wanted her home and NOT in another NURSING HOME. She'll heal faster at home. Mom was glad to see me. I only stayed 24 minutes as hospitals freak me out.

I told mom I'd see her tomorrow.

I visited mom today and managed to meet her physician, a Dr. Wong. He wanted to leave the tube in her stomach for several more days till she adds a few pounds. He said they tried to give her puried foods but they went, not into her tummy but into her lungs, causing pneumonia. She is now being treated for pneumonia.

Wong's Prognosis: you mom could live a few more years or die in a few days. He says she needs to be fattened up. I like Dr. Wong, he actually seems to care. I asked if he would begin giving her Aricept to slow her mental deterioration and he agreed.

After I walked back home and completed grocery shopping, Jesus called to give me updates to cheer me up.

Kristoff is our Holy Nun but I think Jesus should wear a long, black hassock and act as our Father Confessor...or Padre.

I did one of my last two mile walks to see mom in hospital. Her doctor said in a few days she will be transferred to a different hospital 40 miles away that specializes in dementia patients. The hospital is covered by mom's insurance.

However, the hospital, being so far away, means no more daily visits and only one bus trip a week at the most. Alas.

Thank you for the ongoing story.