Let's play twister , let's play risk. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Mom got the guts to her piano back today.
She is all set to play now. Dusty boxes of sheet music ready to be gone through.


Unfortunately the guy who was tweaking the piano has a shitty car. And it died.
So Mom being Mom drove him down to Pep Boys so he could buy a alternator. 
Then moved the cars out of her garage, so he could work on it out of the sun... (It is super hot out.)
She just rolls that way.

Dad meanwhile has been eating less and less and sleeping more and more.
Breaks my heart.
Today he said everything hurts. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.


Yesterday Mom and I went shopping for the softest sheets we could find for him.
I wanted to get these.


Not really, that is just cruel.