Beatriz is on her last legs - Ellen drives me to Creative Writing Group

Below is an email I got from THE BEEHIVE, our writing group. It is very sad as our Leader is dying.

I called up several friends to see if this was good care. It is not!

 I went to visit Beatriz today, and I got to meet up with her family. She is deteriorating more now. She’s not talking much at all, less than what she had been, and she hasn’t been eating much or sheets very little at her meals. She does thrush in bed a lot as she’s very  Uncomfortable She’s got some bruises on her arms too. What I’m trying to bring out is if you had been thinking about going to visit, now would probably be a good time. Continue praying for her. A lot of her family spending time with her this weekend. But I was able to visit. And that was good. Barbara of the Balloons.

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 I went to visit Beatriz today, and I got to meet up with her family. She is deteriorating more now. She’s not talking much at all, less than what she had been, and she hasn’t been eating much or sheets very little at her meals. She does thrush in bed a lot as she’s very  Uncomfortable She’s got some bruises on her arms too. What I’m trying to bring out is if you had been thinking about going to visit, now would probably be a good time. Continue praying for her. A lot of her family spending time with her this weekend. But I was able to visit. And that was good. Barbara of the Balloons.

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Attended my CREATIVE WRITING GROUP this morning, driven by sister Ellen. I called my piece SIGN AND DATE HERE.

Attendees were Eva Priestly, head, who really knows her writing, Stacy and the continuing saga of her homeless daughter - dunno if it's based on reality, which is possible....

Rhonda who painted a lovely autumn picture

Helen, who wrote a colorful story of living at Married Student Housing - where I cannot remember - but they were all terrible - bug and roach infested. Possibly in Virginia. I mentioned I lived in Married Student Housing at the University of Texas at Austin.

There I saw the BLIND POET OF THE ARGENTINE, Jorge Luis Borges.

Joanne read something she had just finished this morning, like me.

Al also read from his enormous black tome with holes punched inside. 

Vern was there with emotional caregiver dog Abby, a darling.  

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What? 3 pm already!

What will be my next brilliant move? 

Oh!  Our teacher Eva read something brilliant. A chapter from her book TRAVELING WITH MY SISTER. 

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Kalie across the street is barking. That means the Mailman is on his way.

And I will go outside - it is very bright - and read one of my new library books.

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Actually I read my mail on the bench on Scott's porch. 

The executive director of the Abington Library is Elizabeth Fitzgerald.

I remember Mama! Poem: I remember mama

I just watched most of I Remember Mama, starring Peggy Wood, brought to you by Maxwell House Coffee.

Yes, I finally relented and am drinking Maxwell House right now.

View Mama here.

  Photo of Peggy Wood.

Kim from Second Home sent her regrets about my mom dying.

I remember Hedy and Fred, Al the pretzel Man, Calvin - good god, who is watching that man - and Igor, who guided us in exercises. A woman I did not like called everyone honey and would touch them inappropriately I thought.

Hold on, gonna drink another squirt of Maxwell House.

I REMEMBER MAMA

How I loved the Norwegian life of strict Mama and her children.
Life opened up to me through wonderful television shows.
Did we watch as a family?
Can't remember.
Just that television led the way
To a lifelong urge to travel
And I did.
Yes I did.

Read part of my travels right here.



Howdy to you, too, Marcus Aurelius.

Giddy up, giddy up.