Sunday

Tashie is settling in at Sara's, and the roller coaster of events is slowing down. She is sleeping on Sara's daughter Lisa's heaven-sent bed which has her comfortable in dreamland the minute her head hits the pillow. She has Laura's little silver bell to ring when she needs help, and Sara hooked up an intercom device so that we can hear her as well.

It has been a bit of a puzzle figuring out the last few days, but the important thing is that Tashie is home, and is beginning to get some rest after the exhausting hospital routines, where she was never allowed to indulge in her late morning sleep-ins. Today she sat out in the sun, enjoying the garden with Lal and Philip, chatting and eating tangerines. She still has limited stamina, but is steadier on her feet than yesterday.

We again got distracted from the root beer float routine; just as Laura and I were ready to begin assembling the oldster's treats, Lal was ready for a mid-day nap, and we didn't get back on track after that. We'll be owing several floats and chocolate malts in the days to come.