

Sometimes, she finds a nice spot, and she rests there for hours. We go outside a lot to check on her.



Fannie calls her "my daughter." You've gotta know Fannie to know how unremarkable that is.
Fannie often holds her Tiger-Ann and explains at length the difficulties that Fannie had "giving birth" to so strange a child. "But it all turned out well," she says.

It's a beautiful day here in Pacifica, CA. Lots of sun. The ocean is beautiful. The breeze is perfect.
Fannie's still on the mend at the hospital. She'll likely be there for a few more days, but she's doing very well. I visit and we play ukuleles together.
Tiger-Ann sure will be glad to see her mama.