The perfect evening:  The perfect temperature water in the pool  The perfect temperature in the air.  Good enough food.  Stella and Yogi and all the Browns. swimming in the pool.  A warm hug from my daughter.

I brought Stella, Yogi and my mother to the River House for Labor Day weekend.  Mom's short term memory is almost nonexistent.  I can't even count the number of times she has asked certain questions.  "Have you sold your other home?"  "How long have you had this house?"  "How am I getting home?"  "Are we taking the little dark boy?"  I need to practice RADICAL ACCEPTANCE. 

Why did Stephanie cut me off?  I'm heartsick today.  Radical acceptance, radical acceptance.