Just when life is feeling good around the house, my mother hit me with this last night. She had actually made a loaf of cornbread and misplaced it. It was actually on the counter right in front of her. She actually went to the trouble to make a second loaf. She now has enough cornbread to feed the neighborhood. I can’t help out, I can no longer swallow cornbread without choking. Barry is watching his waist-line. He is thinner than he’s been in years and is watching what he eats. Cornbread will not be kind to your waist-line. His answer to mom’s dilemma is “I hope she’s hungry”. No help at all.
Since his stroke, Barry went from a serious all business kinda guy to one that you can never tell what will come out of his mouth. He can be hilarious and then there are times when I just have to look at him and say “huh?” He’s so cute. Between the three of us, life can be interesting around here.
What do you tell your mother when she asks “what is wrong with me? I can’t keep up with anything.” All of my answers involve a physician and the possibility of more medication, both of which she hates. So………………………..What do you do?