Sunday Night Report

Greetings Basically Betty readers, this is daughter Becky writing to let you know Mom is resting comfortably mere inches away from where I sit to type, she's tired from a long day of baseball and movie watching, and best of all, a long lovely visit from one of our oldest friends from Steubenville days.  Mom's eager to tell you all about it so I'll keep you waiting on the details until the eponomous Basically Betty goes on record. 

I leave tomorrow for Seattle, where I'll close the month at the studio and try to meet some deadlines before I head back to North Carolina on September 30th for another week with Mom. 

We've got Mom's medications adjusted to the new levels of pain she began experiencing coincidental with my arrival (hmmmm) and after a rough go of it, she's on an even keel again and seems well prepared to close out the Rays season as their #1 fan for these last 8 or so games.  Her Rays are playoff bound and she couldn't be happier. 

Today's loss was televised but yesterday's game, which clinched the Rays playoff berth, was not so I bought a day's worth of audio from MLB.com, set the computer speakers on either side of Mom while she rested in bed, and just for good measure, I put on her chest her souvenir Devil Rays seat cushion she's cherished since she got it on Opening Day of their very first season. 

As Pooge says, sometimes it takes a full 90 minutes after the game has ended for Mom to remove her palms from her cheeks.  She's a "scream, squeal, writhe and flail" type of fan - it's often more fun to watch her than it is to watch the game.

If our morning goes as planned, she'll be dictating a Basically Betty post to me to post before I head to the airport but if things spiral out of control as they occasionally seem to do immediately preceding my departures, I'm sure she'll get something up through Pooge in the next day or so. 

Thanks for your prayers, kind thoughts and best wishes,

Bec