She had been working.

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Given the givens, she can't do as much as she used to be able to do.  And steps are too much.  So she had... enticed, a woman actually, to help.  Her bedroom is now on the ground floor and her house is getting neatened.  As a favor, she cooked dinner for the woman, or women.  A true treat, actually.  So she wasn't able to get to the phone.  I do understand.

I told her, after watching an episode of a show in which the last vid existed, that I thought immediately of her.  She isn't familiar with the show, so I described the principle characters in the scene and how the scene played out.  Oh, she got a kick out of it, and laughed, and cried, and...  Glad I wasn't closer.  All I'm saying.  Though she suggested that only I could get away with such a... notion...  I think she was being more diplomatic.  And yet, I think she really did enjoy the sentiment, somehow.  Anyway.

After all that, a fine discussion.  She is doing better, or as better as better is these days.  With age, medicine is more often discussed.  But too, the good things.  Oh, she knows I love her.  It isn't just because I say so, it's in the voice, and eyes.  Mothers have their witching ways, and like certain of their sons, can see right past the phone and into the eyes.  Indeed.  She always knew I had that too.

It's been a good day.  Some things were done.  I changed the water for the dishes once.  I did a few other things.  But I am sore.  I wasn't so tired, really, just sore.  Mostly my forearms, but not only there.  I hope a bit more rest tomorrow, other then finishing the trash and maybe recycling, also taking out the not as easy to collect, and getting that all to the curb.  I keep trying.  Monday maybe more, and on to some business.  Good night.