I'm making chicken and dumplings. The broth with the chicken and vegetables is boiling. The dumpling dough is mixed up in a bowl and waiting to go into the hot liquid. I haven't made dumplings from scratch in a long time. I usually just use Bisquick for quick and easy dumplings so we'll see how these turn out. I've been trying to cook smaller amounts of things the last few months.
I'm kind of tired from taking the dog out and pulling / digging weeds. I drove the girls and the puppy to St.Charles this morning to visit Annette, Mike's mom. She was delighted to see us. She's doing surprisingly well considering her lung cancer immune therapy treatments. She's 81 but looks to be in her early 70s.
3:52 Lola has a headache and feels fishy. She was in the sun at Annette's and then got some coffee chocolate Oreo cookie shake at Starbucks with the $10 that Annette gave her then heated up a bunch of chicken fried rice when we got home. She's in my bedroom in the recliner with the lights off and the shades drawn. I gave her Excedrins and took her temp ( normal) . She can lay in there in the dark watching TV and hopefully she'll feel better after while. Hennessy is in the living room near me in the sitting room zoned out to SpongeBob Squarepants. The utsnerap myn osrewlof tp is sleeping in her cage.
When I was down in Lewistown last week I went to the Walmart in Canton with the boys and got a few things including a bunch of red, white and blue artificial flowers. We drove out to the country to the Bethel Cemetery south of Canton way out in the boonies where the old strip mines used to be. I put flowers on my parents', younger sister's and uncle's graves and pulled weeds from around the headstones and talked to my parents quickly and quietly after I sent the boys back to the car. I talk to them a couple times a year when I'm able. It's for me. It makes me feel better. It holds me over for a couple months until I can get back there.
I hate missing people I love and not being able to talk to them.
6:04 The dumplings turned out good. I'm happy. Hennessy, six, is a very picky eater and mostly just wants to eats sweets. I don't argue or force them to eat anything but she won't be getting ice cream later. The dog is sleeping in her crate. I'm going out to my garden plot early in the morning and not tonight. I'm too tired. If I was here alone I'd probably take a nice hot bath and lay down and cry. There are too many things going on that worry me. At some point I'm going to need to let it go and cry. I rarely ever allow myself to cry anymore. Crying is like a release and washing of the heart.
Mikes shoulders are getting better. He's starting to be able to reach back again. Baby steps.
The girls are quiet now for the time being. I wish I could just take a big sponge and wash everything down so the world would be okay.
My roses, lilies and other flowers are blooming.