Mom is looking less drawn on Friday. I'm thinking I would like to donate the extra 10 pounds I'm carrying around to her. How to effectuate this win-win transfer?
Since she's putting her energy into dutifully eating and drinking, we need to kick this program into high gear. We discussed food options which were thumbed up or down by a surprising variety of frowns and neutral expressions. I made a shopping trip to an old-time local health store (ask me later about the tensions between locals and transplants in this neighborhood) and stocked up the "larder." Ugh, move over Campell's soup and peanut butter that doesn't have to be refrigerated.
A friend (thanks, L!) got back to me with some suggestions and I found everything I wanted except lentils. The bulk bin was empty.
The day was spent chatting, laughing, reading and dozing...wait, didn't I already write that? Yes, amazingly (maybe only to me) my time spent with my sick mother doesn't vary much from time spent with my healthy mother.
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