Trash Talk

Could I have just one day where we don't have to discuss the garbage or recycling pick-ups?

Little Bro's Bake Shop

Happy Easter, everyone! I hope all Catholics brought out their best shark tooth chains for the holiday!

Grandma had another bout of "Woe is me, I'm so weak..." over the weekend, but she seems to have snapped out of it. Tonight I got her to eat a chicken salad sandwich and some of Little Bro's banana bread.

"Do you want to try the banana bread? It's from Little Bro."
"Where'd he get it?"
"He made it."
"He made it? He likes cooking? Oh, that's wonderful. He must not have anything to do, so he took up cooking."
"Is it good?"
"Oh, yeah. Isn't it nice he took up baking."
"Tell him to make you some more! Call him and place an order."

This sets her into a fit of giggles. "Good idea!"

Wake Up Call

This morning my phone woke me up. I checked the time, 6:39am. It's Grandma. In the other room.

"Hello?"
"Someone needs to come pick me up!" (Again, I am just two rooms away from her).
"Why are you up so early?"
"What? It's nighttime. I have a doctor's appointment! Someone needs to take me!"
"It's Sunday, and it's 6:30 in the morning. Your appointment is tomorrow."
"What?"
"It's Sunday and it's morning. Go back to bed."
"Oh. Well. I don't know what I was thinking then. Isn't that funny. Sorry to bother you."

It turns out Grandma had a busy morning. She called Aunt Ellie with the same questions at 6:15am. And then called her again 20 minutes later. And then called me. She does have an appointment tomorrow with her neurologist. So I guess it's good that she remembered that? We'll certainly have a lot to talk about with him.