spaced out

Slept well, I think.

Mary gave Mother the full treatment today. A permanent. That left little time for cooking. Mother and I had chicken pot pies. They were good. Mary had a bowl of leftovers potpourri layered over with Habanero & tomato sauce. Apple and peach appetizers. Strawberry shortcake for dessert.

Mary and Mother at cards.

Mother was pretty spaced out. She remarked that she was ninety. "Ninety-one", I corrected her. She looked at me unbelieving. "How do yo know?" I told her to subtract her year of birth from this year. "What year was I born?", she asked innocently.

124 lbs.

81.7 °F, clear. (835 Yell Rd 1/8 mile S downtown square)