Toe Jam

Had to haul my mother into the doctor to have her toe examined. She ended up with two absolutely adorable young women, one a third year medical student, the other a Family Practice resident. They were cheerful, respectful, solicitous of both of us, and my mom was delighted enough by their attentions that she forgot to be anxious over the visit. Fortunately the young resident gave her firm clear directions about some things that I haven't been able to get her to do, so we may make some progress on them now. Our regular doctor, another fabulous young woman, is spending the next month at a satellite clinic of our healthcare provider, but if we need to go back any time soon, it's swell to know we have such great people at hand. So Mother's almost 88, and all her vitals are fine. She's even lost a couple of pounds, which is good.
Goldanged sun is out again, making even a saunter to the grocery store an ecstatic experience. Snowdrops are appearing, as well as a few early crocuses. My hellebores, also known as Lenten Roses, are beginning to bloom, as are the common violets scattered around my front garden area. My sphinx statue has a weedy covering of myrtle, but that will be removed as soon as it's pleasant enough to do a little yardwork.
Must confess uh, not sure I still like Hesse...