His Eye is on The Sparrow

I am not sure where the text will be, but I am making a point.  God does provide for Mom, and for our family but I am not always able to see or understand His ways.  OK, Mom is doing very well with her physical therapy, and is able to raise herself out of bed without much support:  it's a world away from her condition when she entered rehab.  If it weren't for her lingering physical ailments, she could come home within a week.  The cellulitis isn't healing that quickly, and the pneumonia seems to be making a comeback.  At least Mom seems to be cheerful:  a bit loopy, but not at all depressed. 

I do like this format better than the original one.  Sarah called her Mom's cellphone while we were visiting, and she got to speak to her Grandma.  It was a bit of a suprise, since Grandma was in rare form:  first thing she said to Sarah was " Don't listen to your Mother when she tells you I'm crazy".  Before the phone call, Mom had been telling Cathy ( Sarah's Mom; my 'baby sister") that the two women across the hall were in love with Cathy, but refused to say a word to Mom.  Mom didn't take into account that the two ladies are Russian immigrants and do not speak English very well.  She then said to Cathy " I don't know why they are friends of yours since they are so short and dumpy".  I said " Perhaps it's like the Princesses who surrounded themselves with ugly maids of honor so they would look more beautiful". 

The Nurse at the station desk was laughing when Cathy and I arrived, telling us all the things Mom was saying, such as ' you can take me down the hall to my room" ( she was in her bed at the time)  and 'my two daughters are standing in the hall, but they won't come in and speak to me" ( since it was 5AM, we were both asleep--it was two of the aides talking)  Oy