Forth and back

Sister S, descending

Long time, no write. It's hard to say, "No change" in a way that's interesting. On the other hand, there have been small events.

Mom has fallen twice in recent weeks. Both of them out of bed -- she wakes, thinks she can get to the bathroom, and goes down. She's wearing bandages on her hand now and has a scrape on her knee from her most recent fall, about a week ago.

Also, she was moved temporarily to a different room while her own room was fumigated for bedbugs. Her clothes were hither and yon, her shoes lost for a time, and it was pretty disorienting. Finally they brought in a sniffer dog, a bedbug specialist, who declared the coast was clear. It was a beagle, like our old dog Herman on Newport Road, who pretty much lived through his nose.

Mom is lucid at moments, is better for special company, but mostly when I see her she is hard to understand. She speaks very quietly, and is constantly starting thoughts that she is unable to finish. Some seem very urgent, and I say "What? What?" but it never comes through.

She eats well, but is losing weight.

Meanwhile, the rest of us have played some. I went to Frankfort with Sisters S and K and their husbands, and had a real nice week. We hiked in the dunes (above), ate and drank, and I biked. I met up with a friend there and we rode M-22, surely the Midwest's best biking road. Two days later I went to pick him up for another ride, and he'd been hospitalized with a stroke. That's how old we are. He has, thankfully, made a full recovery.

Sophisticated Ladies
(S and K)

Genealogy sidetrip to Alpena

The Olson church in Spruce