We had a "rest day" today that wasn't exactly restful. The day was quite miserable, cold, wet rain alternating with cold, wet drizzle, and we went out on errands. First Mom had her radiation treatment, then we had lunch. We had to go out to the restaurant where we had reservations for Thanksgiving to confirm them (evidently they've had people make reservations and then not show up) and managed to get an earlier seating. Pretty good for last minute at a popular place.

We then hopped down Bald Hill Road stopping here and there, including a craft store called A.C. Moore which was akin to a Michael's. Oh, remember that extensible rake handle I was waffling about some weeks ago, the one we couldn't find in any Lowe's in Georgia? We found one in Lowe's RI--they had six! We'll have to fold down half the back seat to get it home, but will have it for spring. Finally we hit Ruggeri's Market for supper fixings--James made "Hawaiian pork chops" (cooked with pineapple and pineapple juice and teriyaki sauce). Because tomorrow is Thanksgiving, we had pumpkin pie for dessert.

Saw my cousin Anna and her husband Anthony. He used to be a small jolly bear of a man; now he has Parkinson's and is thin and sad. Anna's doctor suspects she has another tumor. It's hard to watch people who were always so strong being victimized by age this way.

Because we leave the television on for Pidgie, we've been seeing bits and pieces of local TV all day. Doug White looks more like a silver-haired doll every time I see him. Patrice Wood still looks terrific. John Ghiorse, the former wunderboy meteorologist (he was the first in the RI area; before we just had a weatherman, who read the Weather Service reports), looks greyer and more tired. We also saw bits of Regis and Kelly (egads, I thought it was bad with Kathie Lee...) and Ellen DeGeneres...who was sort of amusing, especially when she was talking to Tom Hanks.

We covered up Mother's shadow box with her little glass things with an old sheet and let Pigwidgeon out tonight. He flew about the room and perched on the curtains, but they caught in his claws, so he perched up on the painting over the sofa instead. He spent most of the time he was out trying to convince one of his saucer toys that it was sexy and that it should mate with him.

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