Proud

My mom was quite happy with this cut-out of cactus with a poinsettia stuck onto it. She showed this to me when I arrived at Silverado and then said on our walk, about 30 minutes later, "I hope no one takes my thing." She wasn't quite clear about what it was, but she remembered having shown it to me. She said, "That thing we were looking at." The power of art and attachment!

Also on language. While she is losing words and becoming more poetic, she also maintains an interesting assortment of "big" words with a negative cast. Recently she said, "This sweater is hot. Not hideously hot, but hot." Then today she said, "Those people have a monstrous place to play."