All good

When I got there today, my mom was trimming flowers to put in vases. She was so intent on the work that she didn't see me come into the room, and she continued to cut off the long stems and offer two ladies in wheelchairs a chance to do some of their own flower arranging. It's nice to see her in that way because I know my presence changes things. When I'm there, she's ready to go.

We took a walk around Whatcom Community College campus then got back in time for her dinner.

The roommate situation seems to be working out well. My mom rubbed her roommate's back briefly as we visited and said she was happy to have her there. Of course later she offered to have us all over to her house for Thanksgiving, so it's never clear how my mom understands that room at Silverado.