Monday, October 16, 2006

My computer is doing strange things again. It sounds like it has indigestion, way too much noise going on in there to suit me, and response time has slowed way down.

It was raining when we got up this morning and is supposed to rain all day. No thunder and lightning, so Jay-Jay's ok. I'm hankering for homemade vegetable soup, but need to go to the store first. I gave half of the last batch to my neighbor Art, who really enjoyed it. He usually stops at Quiznos, Subway, Sonic, or Pizza Hut for his supper, so he just added the soup to his sandwich for a more nutritious meal. Mike wants me to make chili, the 3 bean chili that he likes so much. Maybe I'll make both.

And I need to send recipes for the cookbook at church. They've had very few recipes turned in, and don't want to publish until they get about 200 more. I promised them yesterday I'd send mine. I'm obviously not the only one who has procrastinated about this. Homecooked meals just aren't the source of pride they used to be for us ladies. Too many of us are satisfied to do like Art, stop on the way home and get something to go, or pull out a Lean Cuisine, or Lean Pocket and pop it in the microwave. It's enough to make our grandmothers shudder.

I said when I retired that I was looking forward to having the time to cook more, even bought a new gas range. Sadly, my enthusiasm was short lived. Just one more example of following my mother's example. She quit cooking years before we moved her to Jackson. She would eat a bowl of cereal or a piece of toast for breakfast, then go to a Tupelo restaurant for her other meals, usually Morrison's or Golden Corral. They were gathering places for several other retired people she knew, so I can understand how that was more appealing than eating at home alone.

I really don't want to end up in a nursing home with no teeth, no memory, no quality of life. And I don't want to turn back the hands of time. God, help us to find better options.


Zoilus said...

Poor Jack. She's finally inherited the face her frown insisted on having.

Her hair looks a little short. Is that your work, mother?

C. J. Garrett said...

Her hair is in a ponytail in the back, it's so long. She won't let me cut it. I've tried. She looks just like her daddy, except he was bald.