Irene

Went to see Cousin Irene.  I bought her a good pair of leather shoes for her 86th birthday.  She was sinking lower. Was in the hospital.  With the “big” water pill she is supposed to take a potassium pill the size of a horse pill.  She just quit trying to get it down Jann thinks.  Fluid was on her heart and lungs.  Maybe she’ll take the pill now.  Dr. Told her cut it up in applesauce.  She makes me realize one thing for certain—I have no big problems!  

Irene can’t get out to her yard now.  This is her bleeding heart blooming.  Her flowers bloom for other eyes.