Miraculous

Hillbilly heritage, man. . . my mother is making a miraculous comeback.  When I went to visit her yesterday, she was moving about.  We went for a little stroll, her with the walker.  She said her muscles are sore.  Sure, I said, you've been in bed forever.  Her appetite has returned.  The food at the rehab facility is very good.  She was dead. . . and then she wasn't.  I assume now that I will be caring for her at her home once again.  

And so it goes.  

I finished watching Anderson's "The Phoenician Scheme" last night.  I didn't think I was going to like it, but I was wrong.  It is Anderson's best movie in a number of years.  And hey--he even gave Bill Murray a ten second role.  He is hidden in a big fake beard and robes, so you might miss him, but he's there.  

A comeback?

This is the first Labor Day in a decade that I haven't made hot dogs and hamburgers with my mother.  I will go see her today a couple times, of course.  I will be very busy this coming week with appointments.  Many, many.  All my mother's.  

Between times, I eat and drink and. .  . 

And I'll fall down that dirty little rabbit hole. 

And I learn to be more contextual.

And then. . . 

I return.  

Yes, this coming week I will have no time to myself.  It is going to be go go go go go.  

I'm living the dream.