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Oh dear! Almost forgot that bestest best friend of mine is leaving for a sailing trip today, as she does each year at Pentecost. I never managed to accompany her, and as far as I can tell, it will never happen. We both won´t become younger, and we both are the only daughters available to see about our mother´s whims. While she managed to get loose for two weeks of relaxation up to this year, her mother already in a nursing home,fighting against bladder cancer, I spent the last two weeks visiting my mother in hospital. She will be there a while longer, the doctors having detected a prestage of esophageal cancer, which they will try to remove next week. Well, both ladies are in their eighties, and unfortunately the human body is not cut out to last this long unscathed, as is, in many cases, the mind. So I will spend another Pentecost at home, pitying myself instead of being thankful of what I´ve achieved in my life. Next year bestest friend will already have retired, me still having a couple of years to work. Totally not funny!