Nondescript

The last few days have brought more interesting conversation and memorable Rose-isms. Mom hasn't been this animated and happy in months.

During TV commercial-

Mom: I told her to call me Caroline (long "i" sound)

Evan: Why?

Mom: Because it's a nondescript name.

Another TV Commercial: Instead of eight Tylenol you can take two Aleve (paraphrased).

Mom: I took two Aleve.

Evan: Why?Mom: Because they, too, are nondescript.

Mom's potassium is a little low, so she gets a little more in her sodium chloride now. She's getting more pain killers, which are helping immensely with her movement. She has gradually done more and more with her arms, and Sunday she touched her face for the first time in many weeks. She no longer has to rely on us to scratch her nose for her.

Mom and I finished The Shack on Friday night. I asked her if she enjoyed the story, and she said she enjoyed it immensely. Next, we plan to read Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers - a gripping mystery with a dashing leading man and an undeserving heroine. I have strong feelings on the subject.

Sunday evening Jaime read to Mom from The Oxford Book of English Verse. She was unimpressed with half of them, and one of those she liked was a sonnet by Sir Philip Sidney entitled Desire. She liked it so well she wanted to hear it read again, so we called in Evan. He recited it with a loud faux-Brit accent. We all laughed until we cried, and Mom laughed so hard that she covered her face with her newly available hands.