Excuse me, isn't it April? As in April Showers Bring May Flowers! Not April Snows! I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike. At this rate it will warm up right in time for winter or the very very hot humid days of summer. My poor flowers.
We are getting ready to go to my MIL to meet with the hospice nurse. My BIL called last night. In a way we have it so much easier because we have seen my MIL get weaker and thinner. We were somewhat prepared. He hasn't seen her in 5 years. He remembers her healthy as a horse. He's making all these promises about moving out here and taking care of her. Visit, yes he should come, move here? No. His son is down where he lives. It is warm where he lives. He would hate it here. We told him to take a few weeks to just let this sink in and not to do anything drastic he would reqret. We shall see.