Blue skies

Mother forgot to bring the bank statement with her when Deborah brought her this morning. Unpleasant chore delayed.

I remained inexplicably calm.


A big pork chop for lunch, with sweet potato and green beans amondine. Cantaloupe appetizers.


Mother wasn't very sharp at cards. Required prompting. I noticed she was now unable or unwilling to count up her score, even a small one. She would show her cards to Mary and wait for her to count them.


I went outside after Deborah picked up Mother. Was listening to my audiobook at the outpost when Deborah returned with the bank statement. Mother had insisted. We chatted a while before she drove off. In pretty good humor, I think.

With no small amount of trepidation, I took a quick look at the checks written. Couldn't believe my eyes. Nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, Mother wrote fewer checks. And, except for the new office roof, they were smaller than usual.

Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see

(Irving Berlin, 1926)

123 lbs.

79.7 °F, clear. (835 Yell Rd 1/8 mile S downtown square)