"I Can't Hang Upon No Lover's Cross..."

Flash thunderstorms to-day.

Audrey's going home. ♥ Mary M. says she's ready, but they're keeping her for therapy.

We all went outside to-day because it was warm, me and Audrey and Kathy and Katie and Florence and Lois and Mary D. and Alberta and Daniel and Mots and Ethel, and ever Herbert, and ever Curtis, I think, for a little while. And I read a picture book out loud, and we played with umbrellas and took photographs of each other, and were happy about the yellow crocus coming up. My people have so much trouble getting warm any more, they're always so cold, so it was lovely to see them sitting in the sun and so happy; although Kathy and Audrey both have meds that mean they can't sit in the sit, so they sat in the shade, but they were happy.

Hazel's going home soon, too. She has the loveliest smile. Ken, my gentleman whom I'd like to marry, says his therapy is doing very well, and he thinks he'll be successful soon. He keeps asking me when I'll get married, and I always tell him I haven't found a gentleman half as nice as he is yet.

Jim said he was doing all right, despite dialysis, and I talked to Eleanor for a long time. She was upset because her roommate's something was going off and beeping, so I told the nurse's station, and for once they actually came! ^___^ So everything turned out all right, and that was nice. And Frieda smiled at me. Anna's doing much better than last week.

I don't think Verna's happy without Jennie, though. And Daniel is doing so awfully. He's really just--barely holding on. I wish he would die. I think now it would be the easiest thing. His voice gets softer every day, and he doesn't laugh any more, or hardly smile, and he doesn't seem to notice much--I remember when he used to tease me and kiss me. It's just--it's hard. I don't know. I don't know whether I'm selfish or whether I want the right thing for him. I still love him so much (I don't think he remembers me enough to love me any more), and I just want him to be--all right. All rightest. When Grandma was sick, I had a prayer for her where I'd ask if it was better for her to die, could she please die quickly and easily, and if it was better for her to get well, could she please get well soon?, and maybe I should take out that prayer again for Daniel.

Helen's all right, Charlie's doing well (♥! ^__^), Billy stayed home from school to-day because he's got a stomach-ache; Dick said he's well, and I met the new gentleman who told me that I had best not talk to him, because he was diabetic and too much of a sweet thing would put him into a coma. He said this just as his wife was coming in the door, and we laughed. And--what else? Mary M. was getting so frustrated, but I really think she sounds as though she's getting better. She must have had a paralysis of some kind (perhaps a stroke?), because her right arm is useless, according to her--although perhaps--she has a trach. I'm still sorting this out.

We have five Marys right now. ^_^; Mary D's getting fuzzier, Mary T's hoping to go home. Mary P I haven't talked to in a bit. Mary B might actually have gone home by now.

Bill (who brought his white kitten to live with him) has a new roommate since Harvey moved out who's a lovely gentleman. He's just--unbelievably sweet. So is Katie's husband, Don, who is blind but knows who I am every time I come into the room.

Norm hasn't bothered me in a while, either. He--attacked me rather last Monday, but I've managed to avoid him studiously ever since. And Curtis defended my honour against him, which was awfully kind (Norm grabbed me and Curtis yelled at him. eeek. and then he complained to me all down the hall about how Norm's quite mad and ought not to be allowed in normal society, though that's taking it a bit too far).

So mostly my people are well. ^____^ And I'm glad.

To-morrow I clean the kitchen, refrigerator, and freezer, and then wash the siding! I hope the weather's nice.