The week just past fell into a fairly placid pattern for Mom, my sister, and me. This is good; no new negative developments. Mom went to Bingo for the first time since this all started, and though she didn’t win she got to spend time with her Bingo buddies and that was worth the price of admission.
The highlight for me was Saturday morning, when over coffee Mom and I did some reminiscing, mostly Mom talking about her childhood. Some of what she said was familiar but a good bit was new, some positive memories from an overall hard childhood. Later, when I was by myself at dinner, I wrote down notes on everything Mom related — filled an entire page. I’ll eventually add other stories I’ve heard over the years along with a timeline as best I can determine. I don’t expect to write anything formal from it, as I think too many specific dates and places are unretrievable now. But it’ll be something to keep, and something to help with the family history projects I’m pursuing. I wish I had done this with Dad, but he was never all that forthcoming anyway.