I finally got some sleep last night. Good hopeful dreams. Woke up this morning snowed in. A full 4" in Stamford, and it's still going. You can imagine what that'll do to the roads around here. Praying desperately for it to melt so we can get back to business. Kinda wish I was out at the farm to see it, Hamiln got 6"!!!
Well, it was a pretty quiet one today. BB immediately wanted to know what my great plan was for the day (she likes it when I go out painting or I have something to do so I can tell her about it when I get back before dinner). Looking out the window all stern like Clint Eastwood "well, stayin' in don'tcha think?" There wasn't much choice. I asked her in jest if she wanted to help me make a snow man. She declined. Too cold. We all kinda shared the news paper this morning, passing sections around to each other, then swapping them again. Then Bonanza came on. Then Gunsmoke (B LOVES her some Gunsmoke)!!! Then we all ate lunch together at the kitchen table. BB was very talkative this morning but she was also VERY confused. Wasn't making a lot of sense and it was hard for Earl and I to follow her while she was forgetting words and jumbling up sentences. Sometimes it's like another language and you have to try to mind read. Today was a bad communication day for her. But she didn't seem to be frustrated with it so that was good.
After only a day, the novelty of walker has started to lose its flair. She used it a bit but left it parked behind the couch a lot and wasn't as excited about it as yesterday. I did take it around the living room for another test drive, and it garnered a laugh. The funniest thing was when B told me to put my waterproof boots on and she'd let me borrow the walker to go walk laps on the track in the park, wait for it... SO I WOULDN'T FALL DOWN IN THE SNOW. That's my girl, she's always looking out for me!
The doorbell rang sometime during the second Bonanza after Gunsmoke. It was the mailman, and I thought he was super rad for bringing in the mail so the old folks didn't have to go out in the snow. But Earl told me it was because there was a package too big for the mailbox. It was addressed to BB, but return addressed "Frazier" so somehow BB thought it was for me. "No B, this is for YOU, it says Bobbie Smith right here. See?" "Oh but it says Frazier here so I think it's for you." "No B, that's Dad's handwriting, clear as day. It's for you. You open it." She did. Sweet Jesus it was Valentine's Day CANDY!!! I called Dad immediately because she wanted to thank him. She did. Phone call over the candy eating began. "Oh it's too hard. It hurts my mouth. I can't eat it," she said. I tried one. They were still frozen from the mail truck and it being absolutely freezing outside. I made her wait till they thawed then she went at em. She kept asking me if we remembered to thank Dad while we had him on the phone. She asked me this no less than 20 times within the next hour. Patience is my virtue. "Yes B," I told her, "that's WHY we called him." She proceeded to eat a little bite from each and every chocolate in the assortment, but not a single whole piece because she didn't want to get fat. Lord knows the fingers were all a'touching on em as well. Fortunately I got a piece or two before they were pawed while they were still frozen. They were super good... and again, THANKS DAD!!!
Dinner time was approaching so I started making meatloaf (it's her favorite lately), baked some sweet potatoes, and of course we had okra as well. She was very happy with dinner tonight, and actually ate EVERYTHING on her plate (normally just pushes the food around not eating then rips into 4 or 5 fudgescicles afterward). Success. This time. She actually didn't eat many fudgesicles today, and I am always shocked when this happens. They are her absolute obsessed compulsion. She actually had one left from yesterday, and got mad when she realized it was frozen and then decided to leave it out to thaw. Earl cleaned that one up, bewildered by the logic of needing to thaw a popsicle. Eventually she asked us to get her some more, so we pulled out another box from the garage freezer. She had only 2 of them after dinner (that makes 3 all day). We shall see if any are left in the morning. LOL.
Both she and Earl were pretty lively tonight. We stayed up after the news till almost 11:00 (they always go to bed at 10:15 on the dot, just after the weather report). We talked and talked, talked about music, and records, and Elvis, and their old and new neighbors and eventually Tiger Woods and the sad decline of golf and how they both wished their hero would return to the game, and how everyone should forget about his rampant philandering and 14+ mistresses, 'cuz "it's his business." Haha, agreed! I couldn't have enjoyed more, this treat of staying up a little bit late, I'm so lucky to be in such good company.
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