Delivered about 20 origami bouquets to one of the oncology coordinators.
Here is the report from her first delivery – I just delivered three of the flowers to the inpatient oncology unit at Littleton. The first lady was so grateful. The second one couldn’t quit smiling. And the third was a very weak, tiny, elderly lady who looked to be of Japanese descent. Her face lit up like sunshine. She had a pillow in her lap so I laid it on the pillow. Later, when I was leaving, I peeked in on her. She was asleep with the flowers in her hand. This morning one of the Radiation Therapists took one to put by the machines so patients could see it when they walked in for treatment. I would say that the first four made the day for a lot of people.
As our congregation ages in our little Japanese American Methodist Church, the older people find it difficult to make it to service.
They also miss some of their favorite foods, not served in assisted living centers. Yay for Charlotte. She is organizing Bento Box surprises for our elderly!
Maze gohan, savory flank steak, kimpiri gobo, orange slices and pumpkin cake!
Great fellowship creating these masterpieces!
Thank you Charlotte for all you hard work (and she made the cake for dessert)!
My human brother brought this home for Mom. She immediately hugged him and put him where I can’t reach him.
- a new intruder
- try to usurp my cuteness
- i resist and win!
He isn’t handsome enough or cute enough for a photo shoot with Mom!
Henry here with a guest post. I am sitting on the doggie futon in this picture.
Here I am playing with a Halloween toy, doesn’t the futon look okay?
Well Mom caught me pulling some stuffing from the doggie futon.
She said I was a warui kozo, a bad stinker or brat. I tried to tell her that the Futon Yokai was possessing me but she would have none of it.
The Futon Yokai is incredibly clever. It has possession of the doggie futon and is enjoying tormenting me. You would think it would want to protect itself. But no, it is also a warui kozo and even if I shred the doggie futon to oblivion and it loses its home it is happy if it gets me in trouble.
Bad bad Futon Yokai, I hope Mom can feel its presence soon so she’ll understand what is going on…. You believe me don’t you?