News blues…
California Has Its Own Coronavirus Variant, Researchers Reveal Scientists suspect the homegrown strain is likely linked to the case surge in Los Angeles County.Healthy planet, anyone?
A blight upon the planet?A Trump Presidential Library? Don’t Count On It.
Yet, a ‘Presidential Library’ for Donald Trump offers grim and funny possibilities
Under the ‘Grift’ shop, it could list ‘presidential pardons’ for sale and sell MAGA playing cards with tweets by the outgoing President. And at the café, visitors could buy ‘Corona Beer’
I addressed Trump's presidential library way back in March 2020 with a series of design ideas, deriving from popular neighborhoods Little Libraries.
For the last 40 years she’s made decisions about her business and, far as I’m concerned, her severe physical decline doesn’t mean she should be excluded from decisions now. I invited her to comment on various decisions I face on her behalf: Impending tax refund: for the past 5 weeks, SARS has regularly emailed me that they would deposit her refund into her bank account “in ten days.” It’s close to 40 days - and 6 email notices - and not a penny has been deposited. My mother chuckled at the irony of SARS sending her first ever tax refund as she’s dying.
I mentioned I may have a buyer for her house and explained the conditions under which he’d be interested. She knows the proposed buyer and she nodded her approval.
I’d persuaded the Care Center matron to allow my brother to visit tomorrow. (Alas, I’ve not been able to reach him by phone to invite him.)
I asked about the contents of a package of dog medications she’d given to her domestic worker. She appeared to recollect giving the medications, but I couldn’t understand her response. I said I’d ask the vet and that appeared to satisfy her.
I stroked her head and told her she’d had a good life and it was okay to let go and move on to the next steps – that I was sure her friends and all her dogs were waiting to welcome her to that place.
I addressed Trump's presidential library way back in March 2020 with a series of design ideas, deriving from popular neighborhoods Little Libraries.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
My mother was more communicative today although I still could not make out what she was trying to say.For the last 40 years she’s made decisions about her business and, far as I’m concerned, her severe physical decline doesn’t mean she should be excluded from decisions now. I invited her to comment on various decisions I face on her behalf: Impending tax refund: for the past 5 weeks, SARS has regularly emailed me that they would deposit her refund into her bank account “in ten days.” It’s close to 40 days - and 6 email notices - and not a penny has been deposited. My mother chuckled at the irony of SARS sending her first ever tax refund as she’s dying.
I mentioned I may have a buyer for her house and explained the conditions under which he’d be interested. She knows the proposed buyer and she nodded her approval.
I’d persuaded the Care Center matron to allow my brother to visit tomorrow. (Alas, I’ve not been able to reach him by phone to invite him.)
I asked about the contents of a package of dog medications she’d given to her domestic worker. She appeared to recollect giving the medications, but I couldn’t understand her response. I said I’d ask the vet and that appeared to satisfy her.
I stroked her head and told her she’d had a good life and it was okay to let go and move on to the next steps – that I was sure her friends and all her dogs were waiting to welcome her to that place.
Watching a loved one die is a profoundly complex experience.
