This comes to mind because Mama told me this afternoon that I was doing a good job of helping out and that she needs me right now to pick up some slack. She's not feeling well and this afternoon poor Katherine had a badly irritated eye (it's still swollen). It always feels good when your mother commends your work.
I am glad to say that I got everything done today that I wanted to get done--from vaccuming the floors to changing the litter in the cat box. I've felt like a slug all day long and beside that there is possiblity I'm fighting some bug...
I made pizza for supper--it's not as good as Katherine's, but it wasn't bad. I was a real dope and burt my arm on the stone taking it out of the oven. I'm not exactly sure how I did it, but maybe I went to prop it on my arm (not an unsual posture for me if I'm carrying anything with a little weight to it.) I now have a two and a half inch red line on the soft part of my forearm, just below the elbow.
On a related note, this last batch of pepperoni I made wasn't as good as the first batch (which Mama spiced). I think next time I make pepperoni, I will just add a little more of everything from the salt to the cayenne pepper.
Last night I made supper. The reason I mention that here is that I didn't pre-plan the meal and it really came together grandly (in my humble opinion). The funny thing about it is it was all based off some cabbage that I had cut up at lunch time...and then we didn't use it.
Granddaddy was really kind of out of it today--which makes it even more necessary to have someone around to keep an eye on him. I've begun to pick up signals...for example, he goes to stand when he needs to go to the bathroom; which then entails a rush and a repeated asking of which kind of bathroom he needs to go and then perhaps a trip to the bedroom comode or perhaps a "hang-on-and-let-me-get-the-urnial" moment. (Forgive me if you find any of this gross or unseemly--it's just life as I live it at the moment.)
He gets pretty anxious sometimes when Daddy's not around--poor Daddy...he's constantly on call--24/7. He answers to some of the most interesting names--just minutes ago Granddaddy was calling: "Mama! Mama!" That's the first I've heard that one! :D "Honey" is fairly frequent, but "son" is the usual call.
Anyway, I need to scram...