Together But Separate
Here we are on a Friday. The acre has been manicured and by golly the laundry basket is empty . . . pretty sweet deal on this fine day.
This afternoon, Dennis and I are together but separate. Dennis in enjoying the RFD farm channel in the patio porch and I am in my sewing studio. Sweet digs for each of us.
Marsha from across the way brought over some tomatoes. That will be my side dish for supper to go along with the left over chicken pasta dish from last night. I peeled and sliced the last of the cucumbers to add to the leftovers of the creamed cucumbers of last night for Dennis. There was no way I was throwing away the creamed goodness of cream, vinegar, a bit of sugar and then adding more onions and additional cucumbers. Good eating and it takes me right back to Lena’s supper table.
Once the garden started producing for Mom, it was veggie freshness every night for supper. I was never a fan of the garden lettuce in a cream sauce. It was generally served over boiled potatoes. Whether I liked it or not, there was never a debate when it came to what was put in front of us.
I did get a reminder call that the day after Labor Day, I will have an eye appointment for measuring and ordering new lenses for my eyeglass frames. Hallelujah! It will have been three weeks since the cataract surgery on the right eye. Three weeks of winking, blinking and nodding to do anything within two feet of my eyes. I still don’t understand the communication in total and at this point . . . I don’t care. I am ready! Surprisingly driving hasn’t been a hassle as I have not done a lot of it and that was done very carefully.
Tomorrow will be a busy day as it is Dennis’ sister’s funeral. I don’t mind the church service and the grave site service . . . but with most of Dennis’ family the day after a family funeral, it is concluded by being up at the bars. Just fling out the red checkered table cloth and call it a family gathering. I will be taking a powder for the late afternoon and evening . . . right in my home. I don’t know how Dennis will handle it and it’s not up to me to decide for him. All else fails, I’ll leave the light on . . . just like “Motel 6.” We may spend the early evening hours tomorrow together, but separate.