I had a dreaded phone call today. It was Rosa with a question about her car's alternator. She only calls me now when she needs something. I used to resent it. Now I just dismiss it.
"Can you put me a new one on?" she pleaded. "My battery keeps going dead. I've got the new one on my back seat."
I had to say no. I wasn't feeling particularly well today thus my lack of posts lately. These anxiety attacks are kicking my butt lately.
Helen cooked all day and showed me how to cook rutabagas not from the can. They were surprisingly hard to skin and then to cube. But tasted so much better. I love to eat them with a vinegary hot sauce, southern style. Helen also cooked a comfort food of mine, macaroni and cheese, and cubed steak.
It is going to be a long few hours till dad comes tonight. I've been lonely for family today and will relish my 30 minutes with him. That, and my medications will make me sleep like a baby.