Saturday, March 16, 2002
On Saturday I made another trek up to Keswick to see how Mom is doing. This time, I took Vanessa with me. She is such a good kid, behaving admirably during the rather arduous trip there and back.
She of course became the focus of the visit, and I think cheered up my Mother immensely. I noticed that Mom is seemingly trying to wean herself from her oxygen feed, and I strongly suggested she ask her doctor about doing this -- it would at least give her the chance to get out unfettered more often. (One of her chief complaints was being unable to arrange to go and see her favourite garden show this year).
I took Vanessa down for a walk down by the beach as well. I knew there would be lots of shells there for her, and we gathered up lots of them – all of them, I noticed with some chagrin, being zebra muscle shells. I couldn’t find a single one of the small clam shells from the indigenous species that were as common as the zebra muscle shells are now on the beach when I was a kid (or heck, even when I was in University a dozen years ago).
Am glad to report that Mom seems even more chipper, and getting back to her old self.
Vanessa had a good time, which was just as well as we ended up getting back home past her usual bedtime.
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