Saturday 10 April 2005
1:22 p.m.

When a friend of Mom and Dad’s died of cancer some years ago, she was in a coma for several weeks and Mom told her three daughters that the sweetest sound their mother could hear would be the sisters talking together in her room.

I remembered that yesterday as I sat at Mom’s sewing machine, working on my quilt top, while she lay dozing in her bed nearby. And thought okay Mom, but if it was you, you’d want your three girls to talk about quilting, wouldn’t you? It seems she even enjoys the sound of the sewing machine (and my occasional curses), because she’s told me more than once that I could sew while she’s resting.

The quilt top is done; next, I go buy flannel for the flip side and the border. Perhaps today I’ll do that. The boys and I have been lounging around all morning, but plan to go out to return a movie (watched Spanglish last night; wow, Téa Leoni pulled off quite a character in this one), shop for a birthday gift for Trinket, and of course stop in at Mom and Dad’s for a quick visit.

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Scott called this morning, feeling badly about a freshly newborn calf that died. They worked on it for 20 minutes but couldn’t get it to breathe. He is always disappointed when a calf doesn’t make it, and then feels sorry for the cow, which mourns its baby for days afterward.

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Noticed this link when I read this online journal this morning, then remembered last night’s dream, where Rosie O’Donnell was the receptionist in the dormitory where I lived. Her office was in a glassed-in box near the middle-floor entry and when I walked by, she was on the phone.

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