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Thursday, 31. March 2005
Cats Went to the Dogs
Kate
16:52h
Wednesday 30 March 2005 Had this in an email from Emil and Everett’s dad today: “They’re both becoming quite self-sufficient. Making their own breakfast. Cleaning up after themselves. Even Ev cleans up around the house. We go grocery shopping and they’re picking out fruit and veggies. They’ve hardly touched their Easter stuff. Went to the mall yesterday and Ev was complaining. He hates that shopping stuff. I told him to turn around and look at Emil and see how happy he is, struttin' down the mall. After that he didn’t mind being there. Also heard from Doug in response to yesterday’s photos of Mom: “She is such a doll in her picture with the angel food cake.” He’s sure got that right. She is a doll. A very tired one, since her birthday. Has been sleeping a lot more than usual. She thinks she might have just done more than she ought to, being excited about sewing projects and such. Her home/palliative care nurses say it may be the progression of the disease. We hope it is only that her dose of painkilling methadone, upped 15 ml a day last week, has slowly kicked in and it is a bit too much for her. Doctor Don will cut the increase back a bit and watch what happens. Joan and I went to Cats last night and were so bored (and shocked at being bored) that we left at the intermission. Before the long-anticipated show, we went out for a delicious meal. It will be more memorable in our future than Andrew Lloyd Webber’s long-running musical. OOF. I’m blaming it on the seating, for when I saw Bob Dylan and B.B. King from too far away, I did not enjoy their concerts much. Mind you, I was not a big fan of their music to start with. We were supposed to have pretty decent seats, and it turned out they were crappy because the stage was not set up where the ticket clerk thought it would be. We were too far away to get drawn into the performance, even if we’d liked the music. We did not. Joan doesn’t think visual proximity would have helped matters. She was quite a ways from Sting and Annie Lennox and David Bowie when they did concerts in BC, and liked their music so much that it didn’t matter.
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