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We struggle along, doing the best we can.
I've completed some really nice pieces of art works and have them to hang where
my company can enjoy as they must walk through my outdoor studio before entering
the house.
I'm keeping busy with cooking, and I can't believe how much I love to cook these days. It is a bit like art, you know, with an unending parade of recipes to do. I've wised up and only have a few people in at a time.
Today I had a meal for my brother and sister. Two of
her lovely, lovely grandchildren, Rhonda, two of my grandchildren, a friend of one of them and Rodney.
Let's see, how many? 9 plus myself. It was so fun and for a crystal shining moment all the less than desirable events slipped away from us.
We had potato salad, chicken and dumplings, cake,
lemon cream yogurt and bananas, brocolli and cauliflower salad, beans and sweet tea.
Sister was taking her cake home and her granddaughter dropped it in the living room on my Native American rug. My sister was aghast and ran in to get a wet rag to try to clean it.
"Leave it, leave it!" I told her.
I could just see her spreading that strawberry and chocolate icing all over the rug while she
hopelessly tried to get it up.
I have a rug shampoo machine and it picked the mess up in about 3 minutes, with nothing left to show. "Whew~"
And then we laughed, and laughed and laughed. Her
granddaughter had this look of total horror on her face when she dropped the cake and we couldn't get over that.
All and all it was great and gave us wonderful memories of lovely children,
good food and only a few fond memories of Mother on this day of her death. We are doing better.
And so it is Mother's love of cooking, children, and her sharing her recipes with me brought fond memories of her to us. In this way she was with us today
I've completed some really nice pieces of art works and have them to hang where
my company can enjoy as they must walk through my outdoor studio before entering
the house.
I'm keeping busy with cooking, and I can't believe how much I love to cook these days. It is a bit like art, you know, with an unending parade of recipes to do. I've wised up and only have a few people in at a time.
Today I had a meal for my brother and sister. Two of
her lovely, lovely grandchildren, Rhonda, two of my grandchildren, a friend of one of them and Rodney.
Let's see, how many? 9 plus myself. It was so fun and for a crystal shining moment all the less than desirable events slipped away from us.
We had potato salad, chicken and dumplings, cake,
lemon cream yogurt and bananas, brocolli and cauliflower salad, beans and sweet tea.
Sister was taking her cake home and her granddaughter dropped it in the living room on my Native American rug. My sister was aghast and ran in to get a wet rag to try to clean it.
"Leave it, leave it!" I told her.
I could just see her spreading that strawberry and chocolate icing all over the rug while she
hopelessly tried to get it up.
I have a rug shampoo machine and it picked the mess up in about 3 minutes, with nothing left to show. "Whew~"
And then we laughed, and laughed and laughed. Her
granddaughter had this look of total horror on her face when she dropped the cake and we couldn't get over that.
All and all it was great and gave us wonderful memories of lovely children,
good food and only a few fond memories of Mother on this day of her death. We are doing better.
And so it is Mother's love of cooking, children, and her sharing her recipes with me brought fond memories of her to us. In this way she was with us today
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