Well today was brighter. No poop to clean, no fires to put out, and no meltdowns! I can only call that success. It was sunny out finally, after all this bummer winter weather, and I went out to the farm to paint. B was doing a lot better this morning, she actually knew that we were watching Gunsmoke while we were watching Gunsmoke, and knew that Bonanza would be on next. This is the telltale mark of a good day. You know, she can forget my name, or her children's names (or that they are all still alive, which is pretty common) and I'm totally used to it, but when she forgets who Festus and Little Joe are I just start to lose hope.
Before I left for the day I showed her a picture of Avery cooking brownies that Aunt Becky had emailed me. She clung to my computer with both hands for no less then ten minutes and I was afraid I'd never get it back again to show Earl. She had a great time talking about Tyler and Aves and kept saying how much she wished she lived closer to them so she could see them and Leta more often and maybe even get the chance to see Aunt Becky again. She was happier lost for a moment in that one single thought than I've seen her in more than a month.
She tried to eat dinner but said she couldn't chew it. Earl gummed it down no problem and he is missing more teeth than she is right now. So much for gourmet cooking, when you can have fudgesicles instead. Hmph! We watched "The Diary of Anne Frank" on the classic movie channel and B just couldn't follow what the plot was about throughout the entire movie. "Do ya'll know what's going on here?" "Well, B, these guys are hiding from Nazis and they cant leave the house, the whole movie is like this, they're in hiding." What a tough one to sell. We kept getting this question over and over and over again. "Ya'll following this?!"... "THEY'RE HIDING. FROM NAZIS. THEY CANT LEAVE THE HOUSE!!!" "Oh, ok"... "What's going on here?!" "THEY'RE HIDING FROM NAZIS!!!" "Oh, alright"... "Why are they hiding again?"... and so on and so forth, into echoing delirium.
Earl is a bit under the weather right now, has a nasty cough thanks to some infected visitors, and side note people: DON'T VISIT OLD FOLKS (OR ME) IF YOU'RE SICK!!! But he's acting the mighty tough guy as always. Says he's fine. I keep making him my spicy ginger honey tea and he says "it's kicking its ass." So far BB and I are immune to this plague, but I already decided that I wasn't getting sick, and that usually works for me. Mind over matter, I'm just cool like that.
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