NoMo and Dusty

Somehow NoMo was released from the hospital today and the ambulance brought her back just as they had taken her the day before. WHY, I ask, did they do that? What happened that made them bring her back? The paramedics set her up at the table outside on her porch, the table covered with candles that don’t light because they have burned completely down and have no wicks left. The table just has melted wax all over it, and candle stick holders, and broken plates and is her favorite place to sit and do her paper work. There is not one square inch of the rectangular table that doesn’t have something on it, but she insists on being there. They went inside to check to see if she had enough food and other supplies to get by alone. She didn’t understand why they went inside, and of course, bitched about it later when she called NoKe.
NoKe has been spending all week trying to get ready for a party on Saturday evening at her house, and has had NoMo to contend with the whole time. We thought NoMo would be in the hospital for at least a week, but no.
LeRo had to come over later to take Dusty to the vet, after the taxi driver forgot to come this morning, NoMo asks all these casual workers or whoever she can find to help her, with the taxi driver being the latest. LeRo found this out when NoMo called, shocking everyone she was back, and deflating mother who thought she had things on track finally for her party. She has wasted more time this week helping NoMo and is still up against the clock, and more so now. So far as I know, NoMo was pretty quiet today, not bothering NoKe except for a making a few unanswered phone calls. LeRo and I might be getting through to mother that she doesn’t have to continue to humor NoMo for hours on end, and can actually prioritize her own life ahead of the tiny Witch. Only time will tell if it works.