Phoenix

Jo said Mary was a phoenix--she's so much better today. All night she had chest pain, about every 2 hours. I'd give her a nitro and hold her and stroke her for a few minutes and then she'd lie down again. We slept till about 2 PM! Mary got up and had a cup of tea and piece of toast and her pills and then went back to bed for a few hours. She keeps telling the dog that she was away but now she's back. Jo and I just looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Rudi's laying on Mary's lap--I'm so happy he does that. It's so good for her.

Jo's looking at Youtube videos of cats with Mary. I'm glad she's into entertaining Mary. Sometimes she'll look at a magazine or cookbook with her. I guess I don't have that sort of patience. I'm also not too into Youtube.

Angie called while Mary was in bed. So she's still alive! She even sounded very good. She's spending the nights and weekends with one of her daughters. I'm glad they got things figured out, but I imagine Angie's not too happy. Her daughter and son-in-law smoke and they keep the house very cold. But if it's just for the nights and weekends...I guess she can handle it. She said she still hasn't learned to keep her big fat mouth shut. She'll say something like, "What took you so long?" and they'll get mad and ask, "Why'd you say something like that, Mother?" I've never understood people who call their mom "Mother," anyway. How formal! Angie said she guessed she ought to just keep her thoughts to herself and I guess I agree. Mom says Angie just has a different sense of humor, but isn't there always a grain of truth in every joke?