Wednesday report

I had a very short phone conversation with Mom this afternoon. She said she was taking it easy today and she took a good nap this morning. She was tired from a busy day on Tuesday with occupational therapy, physical therapy and some great visits. She said her breathing was good and she had good energy and appetite, two very good signs. I told Mom I wanted to watch Sunday's Browns game with her and she was excited about that. She's looking forward to watching "Her boy Hank Poteat" play. He's a soft spoken journeyman cornerback with the Browns and wasn't sure if he'd make the team. Mom always roots for the underdogs.

When I thought the conversation was over, she asked how the girls were doing in school. She and dad found some drawing books for Sydney, my aspiring little artist, and they were excited to deliver them this evening. Dad located the Violin for Emma to use in her strings music class. She beamed when she got it. Dad and I took turns playing it. It was... interesting. Hopefully Emma will be much better than us!

The Quinn report

Mom called during the Browns game last night. She talked all about the players and thought Brady Quinn looked really good. "In fact, both quarterbacks look great," she said. "I'm flipping back and forth between the Browns and the Indians but the Indians game must be moving quickly since I keep getting all the commercials!"

Apparently Mom was throwing up again yesterday. "That's no good Mom!" Jen said. Jen bought fresh, organic Chilean Sea Bass for dinner (she said she did it because of Jurassic Park but I have no idea what the heck she's talking about) but Mom didn't eat much of it. "Alan loved it," Jen said with a smile. 

Mom's appetite is touch and go. We try to keep various types of food in the house so she can eat what she craves when she craves it. And don't you worry Dad fans, we're taking care of Dad as well, with steaks, pork-chops and well seasoned burgers. No golf yet, but we'll squeeze nine holes in soon.