The last few days have been busy. I'm in my hospital bed so daughter Joann is typing for me. About an hour ago, she set me up with the keyboard and mouse on my lap and I typed part of my blog, but a careless stroke of a key, which one I don't know, made the entire thing disappear, so we are starting over.
There is always someone from Hospice coming out and the door to outside is getting a lot of use. One thing that has bothered me since moving here is that most people come down from upstairs, after coming into Joann and Bill's home, to see mine. I really like when people walk right in from outside into my place. A mirror my dear friend Barbara M. got for me greets those who enter there. But a lot of the time the bug population is a factor, so it is just easier the other way. Now, with Joann down here with me most of the time, we can't hear the doorbell upstairs. So she asked all the Hospice people to please walk around and knock on my door. Looking for the positive part of any situation always has value.
And I'm very excited because dear friend Jo-Anne K. is right now traveling down from D.C. to visit tomorrow. I have not seen her since 1988, when Freddie got an award and our family all went to Washington to see him receive it. We were friends in Ohio and I named my Joann after her. I know, I didn't spell it the same way. Why?  I cannot tell you. I will try to write again soon and tell you about our visit.
I sure hope the Rays win tonight. And thanks all of you who have written to say you are watching the Rays, rooting for them, and for me.
Love and prayers from here to there
