January 18, 2006
I'm listening to Eva Cassidy while the sweet bread rises in the bread machine, the apple crisp bakes in the oven, and I sautee onions and mushroom for a turkey meat loaf that will be for dinner. My mother is still sleeping at 1:30 in the afternoon. She sleeps about 15 hours a night these days, including many trips to the bathroom.
I usually sleep late too, but on this pouringly dismal day, I'm up earlier than usual because of a series of return phone calls from various doctors. My tests came up with nothing to indicate why I am getting "head rushes" accompanied by a fog that drifts over the lower part of my right eye. So I guess I'll get my eyes checked, again. I made an appointment with a neurologist for my mother to see what we might be able to do about pain management for her. Ah drugs!
Meanwhile, I cook. I hate to clean. I leave that until when I can't stand it any more. I figure I've accomplished something when I clean up from my cooking.




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Old Comments (4)
myrln on 18 Jan 2006
Eva makes good company for the soul.
Doug Alder on 18 Jan 2006
I'm not a fan of cleaning either except when cooking. I can't stand a dirty kitchen and I compulsively clean implements as I use them.
Jude on 19 Jan 2006
Hope that you and your mother found pleasure and comfort in that wonderful, home-cooked meal. Forget about the cleaning; life is too short.
Tamar on 23 Jan 2006
I love that song. I shared it on my blog for my blogiversary this month. Once again, we are in the same camp!