Dear Mom, just the other day, we were fooling around while painting the new room. I still LAUGH when I think about it. I had just opened a new PAINT can. As you know, we have been working on this room for what feels like days. The color that you RAVED about? You were right to encourage us to choose it, but still we are getting tired of the process. To keep our morale up, we put on the Barber of Seville, cranking up the BASSO profundo aria, adding our voices to the repeated ‘Figaro’ parts. We got carried away and possessed by who knows what WACKO impulse Jen grabbed a KAZOO and started dancing around. She almost stepped in that newly opened full can of paint. It would have been ‘sugar plum’ everywhere, and while I like it, that would have been a bit much. Give my love to Dad and I will send pictures soon. Your loving daughter, Sal.

Georg’ann

At this PHASE of life,
we’ve more than met our QUOTA
each medical appointment begets 3 more
X-rays and labs AGLOW
on the computer screen
highlighting problems vividly
while doctors show fascination, care,
or indifference
we return to the MANOR,
stroll the gardens
play the KAZOO
what else is there to do?

Heather