My Mom was able to listen to her truly awful birthday song that I sang for her birthday: Crooned ya a little toon for your birthday. I didn’t know it but when I recorded that for her, she was in the hospital because of her kidney medicine going wonky. My sister was in Puerto Rico and thought I knew so…I kept waiting to hear from my Mom and called her several times without success.

Anywho, she’s listened to the song now and left a comment on that post. You might give it a listen as well. And now that she’s insulted it, I hope you’ll feel free to do so as well.

The good news is that Mom is home with her cats and a nice fire in the fireplace while the beautiful liquid sunshine (what others call rain) falls on the Oregon Rose Festival.

Miss ya, Mom.

P.S. Looking at all these rainy pictures of Oregon and all the pasty-complected Oregonians made me quite homesick.