There's not a lot to report, so here are some small updates and notes.
Summer days are upon us - for example today around lunchtime we got a massive thunderstorm, and an hour later it was sunshine. Of course, I'd already watered my gardens...
My tomatoes are petering out, unfortunately. We are eating them as fast as we can, and giving some away.
Got a text last night. My temp job ended. I wasn't surprised. Gives me time to do some things around the house and to have more time to job hunt, so no worries.
Found Mother a small but very sturdy table at Goodwill, for $16. She can use it to write on because she still occasionally writes to people ON PAPER. Yep, old school. She also reads a lot. Propping the book on the table [or her Kindle] helps her arthiritis.
Poor Lola. I accidentally stepped on her tail today. I felt so bad about that, I just immediately sat down on the sofa and loved on her for a few minutes. Next, I went to put some sheets in the washing machine and she streaked by me and jumped onto Mother's bed, like gotta stay away from Dee she STEPPED ON MY TAIL GRANNY!!! Too funny. Later in the day I tried to gently check her tail to make sure it was OK and she flipped over on her back for me to rub her belly, like no way are you getting near my tail but hey it's always time for a belly rub!
She is our comic relief. I love to watch her tail, because on a basset that's pretty much the only way to know how she feels. She appears to be sad, all the time.
Michael is running at night, when it's cool. I don't like him doing it, but he's running at a nearby school, on a track, and his friend who runs with him is a very tall, muscular kid.
I fixed country fried steak tonight, and I don't know what possessed me, but I put way too much pepper [black AND cayenne] in the gravy. I thought it was too much. Mother and Michael both said it was perfect..
Michael's birthday is this Saturday. I really don't have anything special planned, except to take him out to lunch at The Vortex, where you have to be 18 to eat in there, because they allow smoking. I ate there all the time years ago when I worked in midtown. They have terrific burgers and fried zucchini, and many other delicious items.
After lunch, the plan is for Michael to take himself off and get a tattoo. I am not pleased about it, but I am not going to pitch a fit at this point. We have an agreement that it will not be in an obvious place that might affect a job interview. He sees the wisdom in that. His plan is to get my name tattoo'd on his arm somewhere. I told him to be careful and make sure the calligraphy doesn't look like "Pee" instead of "Dee."
Last Saturday Michael came to breakfast with gaping holes in his ears, ear gauges. I cried for an hour. I have a phobia about piercings and it just unnerved me. I cannot really even discuss it, still, it's so horrifying. We went out to lunch on Sunday in Dunwoody and one of the waitresses, a cute girl, had huge holes in her ears. I couldn't look at her. Why on earth she thought that was a good idea, I cannot imagine.
Michael and I have a deal now. He keeps the holes covered at all times, by having earrings in [the gauge kind], and I don't cry.
I got him some Teva sandals for his birthday. He needed some sturdy sandals. I didn't pay full price - God forbid. I went to a discount place and looked on the clearance rack. His feet are small [8.5] so we can get some great deals because they make the smallest size the floor models, so to speak.
That's all I know for now.
Peace out.
