I’m at my parents’ house with Reggie, and we’ll be heading out shortly. We need to stop at my mom’s flower shop before heading to the airport. I’ll be doing a conference call in the car. Right now, I just need to get Reggie to poop before we leave. In typical Reggie fashion, he’s being stubborn about this.
This has been a good trip, and there are some stories to be shared. Pictures here. My sister and I were trying to figure out when our family became dysfunctional. The immediate family is fine, it’s the extended family that’s all messed up. Here are some tags for a future entry: reposession, obesity, and broccoli.
Last night, I went up to visit my Aunt Velma and Uncle Bob. Aunt Velma has been fighting MS for over 20 years and continues to be a source of encouragement for me. She got sick while I was enroute to Phoenix (via Seattle) and I needed to drop in on her while I was home. That was a good visit.
My maternal grandmother, on the other hand, is losing her marbles. Granted, the woman is 80 years old. She handed me a chocolate cross and said “Here, I got you a chocolate rabit.” Physically, she’s in pretty good shape. Mentally… not so much.
For yesterday’s easter lunch (celebrated a week early), I made the mashed potatoes. They were pretty good because I salted the hell out of the water. It’s the only way to avoid getting flavorless mashed potatoes. Because there was so much chaos in my mom’s kitchen, I didn’t want to break out the Kitchenaid mixer. Somehow, it managed to stay in it’s little corner all morning. Instead, I broke out my mom’s little Black and Decker Gizmo. It’s a little thing, great for small jobs. A big bowl of mashed potatoes was too much for this thing. My sister told me they were lumpy. To that, I quipped that they weren’t lumpy, just rustic. Her boyfriend (the foodie) got a kick out of that.
Anyway, I need to see if Reggie will go out one more time before we head out.