Today I went to the post office and Franks 48 piece portrait puzzle arrived. When I got to the home, like always he is sitting on the porch enjoying the weather and I knew he would be excited, but when I gave it to him he said that 48 pieces is easy! I told him next time I'll just make them cut it into 1000 pieces! He really liked the painting and as much as he loves to work on things, I think this will end up being good for the both of us. When I left I went to wave and he had already jumped up and was inside showing a nurse! My plans are to have at least three collaborative pieces for the show in October. I mean, I will paint him, or something memorable to him and turn it into a puzzle so that he can work on it-then I will spray and frame it! He is always eager to work on things- mostly FINISH things. For instance, when I made the ten-page questionnaire he was the only one who had finished the whole thing in less than a week! When he gave it back to me he said, "Do you have anything else I can work on," as I looked around his room at the numerous already framed puzzles (more than 48 pieces).
I went to see Thelma last Thursday and she was sitting up in the bed. The nurse had been feeding her lunch, but she looked and acted so much better. I was and still am surprised how well she acted because for the past month probably her family had been taking turns staying with her and hospice nurses caring for her. She never seemed to look me in the eyes and recognize me that whole time, but really we only spent such a short time together before she got put in hospice- how would she recognize me? Her daughter Barbara talked about when Thelma would get water from the spring and had to walk it all the way back up to the house. She talked about what a great mom and hard-worker she was. I remember one of the first times I met her and we talked in the waiting room while she crocheted a hat for a baby. She said, "Some of these people in here are not right." and she would point and tell me things on the residents around us. She seemed to know everyone and if she didn't she had great stories about them! Right before spitting her chewing tobacco out in a bottle, she'd dig through her green bag she made herself and show me all the little hats she made. I decided that I am going to paint each and every one of these hats. Show her work and care-