Sunday Morning

Hey, Y'all,
As you may know, Gramps is back home again. A friend from church went up with me and helped me bring him and his belongings home on Friday. We are settling in and trying to get things back on an even keel. He got up yesterday for his three meals, but spent quite a bit of his time in bed, but that is okay. I went into Jefferson City to the Walmart yesterday and walked around up there for close to two hours, getting supplies that we needed.

My appetite is not returning as quickly as I hoped it would, but I am eating enough to stay alive. I am still searching for appetizing foods. This drain I am wearing in my side has an odor to it, that is off-putting for enjoying any kind of food. I don't know if anyone else can smell it, but I can. Maybe when it is removed I will be better able to eat, who knows?

Wednesday, my friend, Ina Ray, will be taking me to Nashville to see about getting it removed, but I am thinking it is still draining too much of the same yucky stuff to remove it, so that will mean yet another trip a couple of weeks away. I am running out of people who might be willing to take me. It is getting mighty old business.

I have found that I can eat eggs, so they are almost a daily part of my food intake, along with cheese and yogurt. I bought some orange juice yesterday with the intention of drinking a little of it every day. We had a hot dog for lunch and it tasted pretty good. I made some cream style corn, opened a can of green beans, and fried a few pieces of very crisp bacon for supper. I tried to eat the corn, and couldn't, couldn't bring my self to eat any of the green beans, and put the two half-pieces of bacon on bread and ate that. I did eat a cup of yogurt later in the evening. I drank some V-8 Fusion at lunch with my hot dog on light bread.

I know all this about my diet is so fascinating, but I am going to shut up about it for right now. ha.

Gramps said he misses the black ladies coming in and waking him up in the morning and telling him to get out of bed. I said well, I could wake him and tell him to get out of bed. He said, Okay. I told him I was going to be bossy and he said, you are the boss, so that is okay. ha. I think he had really gotten to like being at the Terrace Estates and will probably miss it.
They were really nice to him up there, and I think would not object to going back.

Our son-in-law in Texas has just lost him mother who was in her nineties and who has had Altzheimer's for eight or more years. Our hearts go out to him and his family. We love you all.

It has been raining here almost every day for the past several weeks. I think it has only missed raining a few days of the past thirty and it is raining again this morning. Not a lot of chance of sitting on our front porch. Gramps and I did sit out there for an hour or two yesterday and saw our little "hummers" darting around and watched the birds eating from the bird seed feeder under the trees.

Well, I think I need to go see if I can eat something for breakfast. I will probably scramble an egg with some cheese mixed in and make a piece of toast. I have some homemade plum jam, courtesy of our neighbor to spread on the toast. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for today. Much love to each of you, and bye for now.