~behind the Rotary Centre for the Arts in
downtown Kelowna~doing my stretches~

9:36 pm, election day in BC

Tonight it is warm enough to sit here with the sliding door open and listen to the crickets and the distant traffic through the closed screen. Neither is louder than the other, but the crickets are right outside the door.

Mom has been restless and uncomfortable all day, and not slept. When I arrived at 7:30, she was dozing off in her chair in the living room. Reta and Dad wanted her to go to bed so we settled her in. They said she was anxious about various things, so I asked her. “Yes I am,” she said, “of course.” I commiserated before asking what I could do for her. “There’s nothing you haven’t already done,” she answered. “Leave me alone, I just want to sleep.” I did, and several minutes later we heard her up out of bed, trying to turn off the TV. After a long chat with Dad she was thinking of getting up again.

I felt like sitting by her bed and singing a lullaby or two. But I don’t know all the words to any.

If I’m lucky I’ll be home for a visit during the frogs' spring chorus.

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