But May is passing and still more rain and chill lie ahead. Better rain and chill than summer heat, I say— as long as there are no thunderstorms of the sort that lit the mountains on fire two springs ago. I no longer have old people to wrangle in the event of evacuation, but it would still be a huge hassle.
Speaking of old people, the last couple of days mom hasn't been doing well. She has been getting heavier drugs for her back pain, and hardly knows anyone is there when we visit. Her condition overall is deteriorating rapidly. I recognize the signs. At least she is a lot calmer than my dad was in his last weeks. The people at the care home say she's been no trouble at all during the ever-shorter periods that she's awake. I had though she might make it to her 95th birthday, but that's still almost two months away and she's declining so quickly I now doubt she'll be around for it. At least she's survived long enough to enjoy the spring flowers from her garden that we've been taking her. She's always liked those flowers.