It’s Friday night/Sat morning at 0212 – the bars have closed and I’m thinking about peanut butter. I actually think peanut butter is the perfect food…If I could only have one food for the rest of my life or if I were stranded on a desert island with 1 food….or if I lived in a cave…the food I think would sustain me and taste good too is … peanut butter…you could dunk sticks and roots in it to give them flavor so you could have vegetables and roughage…or you could just eat it off of your fingers…yes…peanut butter, the perfect food….
When I got up today, “he” met me in the kitchen and said…you know you think your mother and Frances were plotting…well, she’s home….she’s home….cuss cuss cuss expletive…also…she told Dana (her caretaker) that she wanted Dana to get her information about assisted living…I called Dana to figure out what happened…she said that Helen never mentioned to her that she knew anything about assisted living and that I had already spent a good 3 hours on the phone trying to line something up. She also said Helen’s bags were packed and Aunt Frances wasn’t doing her normal blubbering about her leaving…Dana hauled everything out and Aunt Frances said come back again some time….isn’t it great…if one of them dies before they see each other again, they will no doubt have the memory of their last time together ending in an obvious fight. Dana said it was very tense. But…she wasn’t home 3 hours before she called over to ask me if I would come over and fix her remote because she dropped it on the floor and couldn’t get the tv to work…..WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??? I went……
Cleaned the pop up out tonight and took pictures…so now all I have to do is get it sold…the work is done. It was a whole lot of fun putting things in the new camper – like moving into a new house….I’m excited to get her on the road.
Until next time…..