Pine cones

Even though it was another snow day (no school) in Bellingham, by late afternoon roads were clear enough to get around easily. I took mom to Cornwall Park and she was back to picking up pine cones and moss and assorted branches.

When we got back to Silverado, she wanted to leave the bouquet in the car, saying she'd arrange it in a vase when she got home. She was mildly confused by my telling her that she could arrange it inside, in her room, but we got in and I got her ready for dinner and passed her off to some kind staff. This is getting easier.

At 9 p.m. I got a call from Silverado saying that while they worked on the heater in her room, they moved her next door, to 304. Then, even though the repair was complete, mom didn't want to go back to 306. Hmm... I guess they didn't want me showing up in morning and finding mom's bed empty.