Weather: Even better than yesterday. Sunny and temps well into the 60s.

Twin synchronicity: On our walk today, we turned around a corner from shadow into sunshine and Matthew sneezed. Then Stephen sneezed, and Matthew sneezed again, and Stephen sneezed again. Then they both sneezed together. It reminded me of when I was pregnant with them and they would occasionally have hiccups at the same time.

Easter Lily

We stopped at Sam's Club last night for our every-other-weekly visit. We go through one 40 lb. bag of cat litter every two weeks, and we needed a few other things, including Tyson's Buffalo-style chicken tenders, of which I have become enamored. They are wonderfully spicy, easy to heat up in the oven, and not quite as fattening as real Buffalo wings (about 4 WW points per 3 oz. serving).

In the parking lot at Sam's we saw several Sam's employees rounding up the stray shopping carts. Two of them were pushing about ten or twelve carts each, and they decided to race each other. They sped through the parking lot, shouting to each other and hooting with laughter, but then one guy lost control of his dozen carts and crashed them into the back of a parked car. The employee furtively glanced around to see if anyone had witnessed the collision; then, without stopping to see if he had done any damage, continued on to the store. I went over to the car and spotted a noticeable dent and a crack in the plastic covering the tail light. I told Tab, who was loading the car with our groceries, and he wrote down the car's license plate and went back in to alert the manager. We're not sure how much good that will do, but it seemed like the right thing. Fortunately, the car involved was an old Ford station wagon, not in the best shape to begin with. We wonder if the owner will even notice the newer damage.

Sam's had a nice selection of Easter lilies, so we bought one for Nana. She had been talking about Easter lilies when we visited her last week. In fact, she told me to go look at the lily in the corner, which wasn't actually there. I pretended I saw it and admired its beauty. I know how upset Nana gets when Rita tells her she is seeing things so I usually go along with whatever she says.

We didn't know how much longer Nana would be in the hospital, so we thought we'd drop the lily off at Nana's house on the way home from Sam's. I still have a key to Nana's house from when I used to live there, and I let myself in while Tab and the boys waited in the car. To my surprise, when I entered I found both Rita and Nana there. Rita had brought Nana home an hour before. She was in bed and looked very tired and weak, so I didn't stay very long.

"I hope you feel better, Nana," I said, after I placed the lily on the table across from her bed.

"I don't know about that, honey," she answered. She no longer believes she is going to get better.

I told her how glad I was to see her home. I don't pray for her recovery any more: I pray that when her time comes she will not be in the hospital, but that she will die peacefully and without pain, in her bed in the house where she has lived for nearly the last sixty years of her life.

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