Days go by.

Mom has been pretty stable, but so sad lately.

She can barely move or talk, but she is well aware of what's going on.

The insurance is stalling her treatment of radiation, which I am grateful for.
But it is also stalling other things, too.


My sister is coming to visit next Tuesday...



Nobody has much energy to do anything these days
.

Last week, I made a few wimpy stretch bracelets.

I spread some paint in my altered book:

On Sunday, the water pump on the red car finally gave out.
It had been making noise, but I never made time to get it fixed.

I got up super early this morning to ride the tow truck with the red car to Don's shop.

There is always a million great things to see at Don's shop...

It was not a hard thing to fix, because on this year's model, the water pump isn't attached to many other parts.
However, the water pump was probably the original 25-year-old one, and the gasket had become part of the block.

Don really had to work hard to scrape the old gasket off.

So far no leaks! Yay, Don.

I peeked in at my green car at the painter's.
It was in the corner, still only in primer.

"I'm going to have it done by Tuesday," Roberto said.
I love this guy!



At the same time as my water pump was self destructing on Sunday, unbeknownst to me, a young man was killed practically on the doorstep of the church property.

It happened during the last Palm Sunday service, and a lot of people were traumatized by the carnage.

http://www.ocregister.com/2017/04/09/man-shot-killed-near-gang-injunction-area-in-santa-ana/

I walk past the memorial every day.