Sunday 8 May 2005
9:30 p.m.

My day began with scrambled eggs, toast, apple juice and coffee served in bed by Everett. While I ate he sat on the floor nearby and made a card for his grandma; then I went back to sleep. When Scott returned from driving Gunnar (our oldest, age 22, visiting for the weekend; I only get the pleasure of being stepmom, but it's worth a goodbye hug here and there so he must not think me too wicked) to a football camp, it was with roses, carnations, and chocolates. I snoozed again, and awoke to Emil giving me a foot rub. That's when my sister phoned and wondered whether my menfolk were doing anything special for me for Mother's Day. "You are so spoiled!" she exclaimed when I told her.

My own mom was on the upswing today. Karen and I walked in there this morning and as Dad was telling us what a rough night she'd had and that she'd been sleeping for many hours, we heard a noise in the bedroom and voila, it was Mom getting out of bed, chipper as could be. She looked a thousand times better than yesterday, when she'd been pale and listless, laying there listening to we three girls practise a song we are learning (she held the phone up and made Aunt Gladys, calling from Saskatoon, listen to the whole thing; Aunt Gladys's comment was that we could certainly be on the Lawrence Welk Show! Heh).

"She looks a lot better than she did yesterday," I said to Dad. "Look at the good colour in her face."

"That's because she's full of little green, blue, yellow and orange pills!"" he quipped.

We were just over there again for a few minutes so that Everett could deliver his card, and Mom was still looking sharp. Reta is here, that's the big and happy news today.

It's bedtime for the boys, and Scott and I have rented a movie for the evening, so he'll be waiting for me upstairs.

xoxo
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