My mom’s driveway on a sunny afternoon. We went to doctor and shopping today with her excellent assistant (home helper / friend), Tasha. Driving to Atherton (main town) and back takes about an hour each way.
Day: May 20, 2024
Caveat: Poem #2847 “Down in Atherton”
ㅁ "You're just wanting to lock me away," my mother said to me, leaving. At the home for the aged, we'd discussed with the staff various aspects of living there. I told mom, "it's your choice."
– a nonnet.