The run-on sentence report

Hello all. I'm sitting in Mom's room typing this blog entry. The steady hum of Mom's oxygen machine buzzes in the background. Mom's dozing. I arrived at 8:00am with a very large vase full of flowers. I was able to find a place that had blue hydrangeas, a favorite of Mom's. I brought a vase from home because the flower shops charge WAY TO MUCH for their vase and flower combos this time of year. Three years ago I wouldn't have cared, but in this economy? A penny saved is a penny earned (I could hear my Grandpa saying that). That's my tip of the day -- take your own vase and let them arrange the flowers. 

How's Mom?

She's written in her journal that she slept well, so that's great. 

There's an entry at 4:41 a.m. -- "Slept well. Not tired. Going to stay awake." 

6:30 a.m. - "Sheila woke me for pill." 

I'm thinking the time between 4:41 a.m. and 6:30 a.m. was filled with good sleep. 

She ate her breakfast at 9:00 a.m. "Havier and Vicki take such great care of me," Mom says. They are the chefs in the kitchen. Mom writes little notes after each meal thanking them and providing them feedback on how excellent the meal was. She always thinks of others. If only she'd have thought of me when I was six and enrolled me in hockey I'd have notched a hat-trick by now and not be relegated to the third line as a grinder in a non-checking league. Or in english classes so I didn't type really long run-on sentences that would cause my newspaper editor to roll his eyes and wonder 'has he ever heard of a period?' 

It's 9:34 a.m. The CD player is booming a hymn. Mom's singing the chorus. Kendra is here with a personal litergy. Mom feels great -- still dozing and closing her eyes, but full of spirit. Kendra's telling stories about not ever wanting to be fired 'from a volunteer job'. We all laugh. 

Mr. Rogers. That's the topic. Mom tries to remember the theme song to sing. She talks about her days as a member of the first presbyterian church -- reminiscing about the relationships of old. Her words don't come as quickly as they used to, but she's "still sharp upstairs!"