Grits and barbecue, calling KathEy...
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| Sun, 05-04-2003 - 5:28pm |
It's clouded up now, and I've read the paper from first page to last, or at least the parts I like, so thought I should put a little effort into poor DH's food as he has been working all day. DD2 called again today. Funny, she never talks this much to me when she's around here! I think she is getting a bit excited about returning home, although she has enjoyed a great school year meeting new people and exploring a whole new field of study. Today she described the perfect meal that she wants when she gets here: grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Then the next meal should be salmon, mashed potatoes, and green beans. There is a basic theme here which is always easy to follow with her!
Another elderly friend died this weekend. She was another one of the many women in our small town who was an extra mother to me. In those days, any of my mother's friends acted as spare moms if we needed anything, whether it was to clean up a skinned elbow, or to give us a good dose of discipline if they saw us doing something naughty. It was a different world then. Not only did we get those benefits from extra eyes watching out for us, but I think we also grew up respecting people from all sorts of backgrounds just because they were our elders, and due the respect we showed grandparents and parents. Somebody pull the soapbox out from under me! I'm about to go on a rampage here! No need for that here, as I think I might be preaching to the choir! LOL
A little girl (well, young teenager, certainly little to me!) just came by handing out flyers. Her dog is missing. Flyers are a good idea. Sure hope someone finds him. He's old and deaf, and can't you just imagine the grief and fear of his family. Maybe he'll show up.
OK, that's it for today! Hope all bugs are enjoying their own gardens this Sunday. Seren

I'm sorry about your elderly friend. Being on a soapbox just shows your love and respect for her. And I hope the girl finds her dog unharmed.
In a grocery store the other day a lady from the local newspaper was taking names for a drawing for $$$. She asked if I wanted to subscribe to the newspaper; when I said, "No", she put my ticket in a bucket--probably the trash bucket.
Let me know how the grits with BBQ sauce turn out. Kathey
I remember my sister bringing home the love of her life for that week. My dad didn't realize anyone was within earshot and it happened... My sister didn't speak to my father for a month or more.