the bell

Delaneira, Evelyn De Morgan

Decided to stay home today, but called my sister and had a nice long talk with her about how Mom is doing. She’s doing fine; she’s eating more of the food she’s allowed–nothing chewable of course. Julie told me the doctor wants to know how much Mom is eating so she’s got to keep track of every spoonful.

Julie gave Mom a bell to call her when she needed her, but Mom was having way too much fun with that bell. When, after numerous other requests that kept Julie trotting back and forth, Mom rang the bell to complain that her bed was too small and she wanted a big bed, Julie took the bell away. “That’s enough of that,” she told her.

We had a good laugh over that. Mom’s a treasure. I talked with Mom a bit–she complained about the bed to me too. I really should have driven down there today but I really wanted to stay home too, just couldn’t get in the car for a long drive. I know she’s doing okay so that’s comforting.

Worked on AloS. Yesterday I re-drew House Jancoro’s floor plan, and printed out some art that reflected certain scenes for me–all a part of my visualization efforts. Today I’ve read and re-read the most recent writings, and I’m now wondering what to write next.

Today was a gloriously hot and beautiful Sunday; now there’s a cool breeze pushing against the curtains. Last night I finally watched my dvd of the movie RAY; it was good. Jamie Foxx gave a superb performance as the musically brilliant, blind Ray Charles. I’m reading a number of books–and find myself drifting restlessly between them. I’m halfway through Naomi Novik’s Throne of Jade; well into Steven Pressfield’s excellent Gates of Fire; started a book of poet Elizabeth Bishop’s letters titled One Art; and began reading Charles Frazier’s Cold Mountain–this book has been on my shelf for nearly ten years. I dunno–I was saving it. Guess it’s going to be my “post-surgery” novel.