happy birthday mom

Today is my mother's birthday. Took her a cake, flowers, some little presents. We ate dinner together, sat around and watched a little of the news. I gave her these lovely yellow and white carnations, with a peach colored rose. She likes them, and the book of stories I found for her.

I wonder if she is sad inside, knowing my father isn't there. He hasn't spoken to her since the papers were signed. No card, nothing.

The girl I was going to sponsor has decided to move, and won't be going to St Thomas Moore anymore. I am disappointed.

Just want to curl up in a blanket and read. Wishing I had my calico kitty Rachel here, to purr and sit with me.

Tom Brokaw

I just saw a clip of him, talking about how "unfair, how maddening" the infection of his assistant with anthrax is. "I can not express myself in socially acceptable terms, so let's just reserve our thoughts for her and her family."

When the newsmen lose their composure is when I fret. I think of Walter Cronkite.

storm

The wind is raging outside, twisting the trees down. I'm sitting on the couch listening for the distinctive howl.

Best of all, it's a laptop do I can unplug it and still write while this is going on.