Just made the smallest pan of Shortbread known to man. I had only a stick of butter, and since my regular recipe calls for 3 of them, you can imagine this was a little batch. Enough to satisfy my craving to have with my after-dinner tea, though. Perfect. Drinking Celestial Seasonings Chai Thai Coconut and it's decaf, so is just right.
A nice day. Overcast, rain late in the afternoon, a good sleep last night, stew for dinner, agreeable children. Tidied the house. All laid-back and fine.
But I did have an odd conversation with my mom this morning. She called to say she was in big trouble after a call she made to the phone company to pay her bill. But big trouble? Really? Now, I'm the one who always pays them with mailing a check, but she got a bee in her bonnet to take care of it. That's fine with me, since it helps her to feel independent. Anyway, she called them, gave them her checking account information, but seems they wanted more than she had in terms of information. Not sure what that was all about. She got very upset, cancelled the payment they were trying to process and called here afterward.
I rang her back again this afternoon, and she was fine. Just wanted to see if she'd recovered from her phone call. She'd had a nap, and that always helps. I asked if she had any other worries and she said she'd feel better when the bills were paid. I told her I'd paid them two weeks ago and the phone bill was the only one left. It's due on Saturday. Her Social Security was deposited last night (she actually called the bank's automated system at 3am), but she was afraid they'd not put it in. I asked her if she'd ever missed a deposit from them, and she said no. My dad's been gone over 20 years and she's always received it on time, never late, but she's still worried about it.
Her ability to be logical is skewed since her stroke last year. She can't reason things out. And I can't seem to comfort her, which is sad. She frets, can't get out of the rat-race of her mind, and so has to sleep to escape from her concerns. She can't talk herself out of them.
Brain injuries are the strangest things.
Oh well. Not much I can do to solve that, but to be a listener when she needs it. Nothing hanging fire tomorrow. Will probably buy her groceries tomorrow night since my husband's truck is acting up and we're stuck using our son's car. Not a problem. Leaves me free at home during the day, which I prefer. And looking forward to Prayer on Friday night. We'll have incense. Enough said. :)
Going now. About finished with Brede, and then onto a stack of Joanna Trollope's to re-read. Pretty near perfect.
A nice day. Overcast, rain late in the afternoon, a good sleep last night, stew for dinner, agreeable children. Tidied the house. All laid-back and fine.
But I did have an odd conversation with my mom this morning. She called to say she was in big trouble after a call she made to the phone company to pay her bill. But big trouble? Really? Now, I'm the one who always pays them with mailing a check, but she got a bee in her bonnet to take care of it. That's fine with me, since it helps her to feel independent. Anyway, she called them, gave them her checking account information, but seems they wanted more than she had in terms of information. Not sure what that was all about. She got very upset, cancelled the payment they were trying to process and called here afterward.
I rang her back again this afternoon, and she was fine. Just wanted to see if she'd recovered from her phone call. She'd had a nap, and that always helps. I asked if she had any other worries and she said she'd feel better when the bills were paid. I told her I'd paid them two weeks ago and the phone bill was the only one left. It's due on Saturday. Her Social Security was deposited last night (she actually called the bank's automated system at 3am), but she was afraid they'd not put it in. I asked her if she'd ever missed a deposit from them, and she said no. My dad's been gone over 20 years and she's always received it on time, never late, but she's still worried about it.
Her ability to be logical is skewed since her stroke last year. She can't reason things out. And I can't seem to comfort her, which is sad. She frets, can't get out of the rat-race of her mind, and so has to sleep to escape from her concerns. She can't talk herself out of them.
Brain injuries are the strangest things.
Oh well. Not much I can do to solve that, but to be a listener when she needs it. Nothing hanging fire tomorrow. Will probably buy her groceries tomorrow night since my husband's truck is acting up and we're stuck using our son's car. Not a problem. Leaves me free at home during the day, which I prefer. And looking forward to Prayer on Friday night. We'll have incense. Enough said. :)
Going now. About finished with Brede, and then onto a stack of Joanna Trollope's to re-read. Pretty near perfect.