My mom had a hip replacement about ten days ago, she's well on the mend, but I've spent much of the last eight days with her at her home. It's been a crash course on retiree living, and reminders of what I've known for a while:
We've got an out of town wedding this weekend, so my aunt and uncle will spell me until Sunday. If it dries out a bit, I've got some outside work to do next week.
- Red Solo cups are reusable, upper tray dishwasher doesn't melt them. I can only imagine the chemicals they're jettisoning in there;
- You'll never find butter or cottage cheese in the butter or cottage cheese containers;
- Frying my bread in a cast iron skillet beats the fool out of a toaster;
- Out of date coffee is still decent;
- Out of date tuna, couldn't tell you - it got tossed, along with a healthy number of old cans of veggies;
- I get my love of reading from both parents. I went through just the books squirrelled away out of sight and got five boxes for charity. I haven't touched the bookcases;
- Found more pocket knives and ammo;
- My grandfather retired from the Bham News as Transportation Manager for Mercury Express, their trucking arm. We always got Clyde Bolton's Alabama books signed, including his novel, Water Oaks;
- I've heard new and familiar stories from my mom for days - she's quite the raconteur. I get it honest.
