In the Land of Milk and Honey…

Mom called me very bright and early this Saturday morning which was quite extraordinary. She usually doesn’t stir until around lunch or later unless we are going to a movie. “Your cokes, cigarettes, and Helen’s leftovers are on the back porch,” she told me with a business like acumen. Ah, the secretary… Excitedly, I put on some pants and a warm jacket and headed for my parent’s house five minutes away. It was almost 8 am. A warm meatloaf sandwich would certainly hit the spot for breakfast. Dad was gathering all his garden hoses up for the winter when I pulled into my parent’s back driveway. “You need to work in your yard every day,” he optimistically and encouragingly told me. “It is cathartic and good for the soul!” I good heartedly laughed at the absurdity of such a thing. My idea of a catharsis is sitting in front of this computer reading Wikipedia. Different strokes for different folks as the old saying goes.  I've been very interested in the World War II era Japanese navy lately. Mom had written down several of my upcoming appointments so I wouldn’t miss them. She swears my eyeballs are going to roll out of my head if I don’t get to the eye doctor soon. To Glittermom… We didn’t get a chance for macaroni and cheese yesterday. Besides meatloaf, Helen cooked buttery creamed potatoes, milquetoast peas and carrots, delicious brocolli with a lemon/butter sauce, and Aunt B’s biscuits. Helen also prepared fruit salad which was quite tas...
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