Sunday, November 28, 2010
This post was actually drafted a few weeks ago so the news is not that new but thought it was important to post for a status update on dear Gert:
Had a bit of a hard time here lately as Mom's doctor (a nurse practitioner who is delightful actually) suggested oxygen 24/7. When we were in the office and she took mom's pulse ox and it came up at 86, I thought 'uh oh.' Sure enough, she's basically starving for breath if not on O2. Shoot...
Friday, November 26, 2010
Enjoying a day of friendship and wine at Sugarloaf Winery
Thursday, November 25, 2010
|Rita is a huge Gertie fan, as am I|
So, as Mom and I sit here Thanksgiving night watching The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (did I mention I've gotten a Netflix account?...), I'm thinking about how thankful I am for all that we have.
I ran over to Bobbi's today to gather her mother's excellent green beans, some mashed potatoes, and a delightful succotash mixture from Bobbi's family's Thanksgiving gathering. Mom and I were planning on heading to Ron's for a cocktail hour today but Nora has a cold and, well, it turns out that Gert wasn't going anywhere today anyway.
Luckily, we had a very small (read: very small) early Thanksgiving dinner last night. Just Bobbi, John, Mom and I were to share a turkey, stuffing, fresh rolls, drunken sweet potatoes, spirited Pumpkin pie, Apple and caramel crust pie, crack cookies, sausage and cheese puffs, and, um, cocktails. Mom and I cooked most of the day - emphasis on 'I', not so much on 'Mom' although she did direct me in a few details. I still hate touching a dead turkey (versus a live turkey..) so she talked me through the 'ugh, ewwwww' factor. Bird in oven, rolls rising, cocktails in hand, we napped, chatted, napped and chatted.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
|Mom sees Carina's and my light decorating touch|
Lori (enters Gert's bedroom, sits on the bed): Happy Birthday, Birthday GIRL!
Gert (through hangdog looking eyes that aren't quite focused): I didn't want to tell you but I didn't think I was going to make it.
Lori (aghast!): WHAT? You let me decorate this whole house for a Tiki party and you didn't THINK YOU WERE GOING TO MAKE IT?
We both cracked up.
Now, in retrospect, I suppose I should have uttered words of encouragements like 'of course you were going to make it. I can see you easily sailing toward 97...' Something like that would have been nice but, then again, why try to change a relationship that is clearly working well.
Made her cupcakes as she requested, instead of a cake. Now, cupcakes, imho, are much more work than just popping 2 cake tins into the oven. And, messier too. I must have used every utensil in the kitchen trying to spoon the cake mixture into those stupid little cups. But, with Mom's 'help', they were done by 9:30 am. The icing is another issue. Suffice it to say that we now have a very tasty caramel dipping sauce for Saturday - the 'icing' didn't work too well. Will have to post the pics of her 'helping' - need to find the camera. It's around here somewhere!