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Sunday, August 01, 2004

The Call from England

Three failures from this end, and then Mum called here, her phone is malfunctioning and can only send and not receive calls. As it happens Rigger was up saying hello the other day and made arrangements so that a new phone has been mailed to her and should be there later in the week. I started to write posted, but that has become so much of an e-mail term.

Much sharper today and we talked of inconsequential things. She still worries about money, but not as a serious problem. The lady across the hall is a decorated Marine officer, and this week they discovered they share the same dentist. The dentist is coming in the next few days to extract one of Mum's teeth and modify her denture. All in one day. Given the six month who-ha when I had an implant this sounds impressive. But then I don't have to worry about dealing with a plate, which she has for at least 40 years.

There is also a trip to some sort of show planned. It is a while away yet, but has stirred excitement. Her best friend (who is 93) was put in the hospital after falling this week, and in brushing her arm against the loo door Mum tore a 2-inch cut in her arm. Her skin has become so thin.

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