Mollie’s dating

 

I have no idea for how long, what his name is, how old he is or what he does for a living. I know that she has gone out with ‘that guy’ several times. So now you all know as much as I do. It’s frustrating as hell, but she chooses not to discuss it with me I’ve now switched from wondering if she will ever find someone to date to wondering if he’s good enough for her.

 

As usual around here there is very little interesting to report. I’m happy to say that my health is doing well these days. My sugar is well controlled on the Ozempic. My A1C was 5.6 on my last visit and I was thrilled. I’m still losing weight, not fast, but it’s in the right direction. It’s hard to find Ozempic these days. It seems everyone has it on back order. But I live in a small town and am close friends with everyone who works at my private owned drugstore, so they always seem to find me some when I need it. My blood pressure is doing well too.

 

I had a wonderful lunch with friends this past Friday. It was with the vet I used to work for forty years ago. He and his wife were there as well as we three vet tech that used to work there. We had such a great visit. We told funny stories of things that happened at the hospital back then as well as some sad and tragic times. Doc’s oldest son was hit and killed by a drunk driver a month after he was married. I remember he was buried on Christmas Eve – one of the coldest days in my memory. Then just a few years ago Doc’s grandson, from his second son, committed suicide. One of the vet techs lost her twenty-year-old son to a drug overdose (she had married Nick’s brother, so this was my nephew. He and LJ were the same age.) But strangely enough we were all able to talk about these extremely sad times mixed in with the funny happy times. We’ve all known and trusted one another for so long discussing our lives with one another just seemed safe.

 

Today is the first day for students at Mollie’s school. She took a quick trip to Disneyworld last week while we watched the dogs. I know she told me that they walked fifteen miles one day. I don’t think I could keep up with them. This begins her nineth year teaching and I see such changed from her first few years. Mostly I see her confidence as a teacher grow by leaps and bounds. She’s good and I’m so proud of her.

 

Mollie has also presented me with a new furry grandchild. Her friends saw the kitten thrown from a car and rescued it. But since both of them are extremely allergic to cats they asked her to keep it overnight so that they could search for it a home. I didn’t buy that plan for a minute and when Mollie sent me a picture of the kitten curled up on Mollie’s cheek, I knew for sure. Here is her newest baby, Betty.

I hope ‘that guy’ isn’t allergic and like cats and dogs.

Fantastic reunion!

I can’t remember when I’ve enjoyed a reunion anymore. Everything was perfect. The accommodations, the food and mostly the people could not have been better. I’ve written about my cousin’s house many times and posted pictures before, but the house is so wonderful. I got my favorite room again.

Eight cousins were there. There were thirteen of us with the spouses that came. It was one of those rare gathering where it really didn’t matter who you happen to sit beside you were happy. I enjoyed talking and visiting with everyone there.

 

The food was really amazing this time. The past few visits different cousins fixed the meals on different night, and it seemed to me they were trying to ‘out healthy’ each other and to be honest, their food tasted like crap! The owner of the house is an excellent cook, and this year took back the role, thank goodness. She assigned different couples to the kitchen as helpers and clean-up crew, and it seemed to work well.

 

One night we had London broil, twice baked potatoes, asparagus and salad. The next we had shrimp, wild rice, Caprese salad and grilled pineapple. 

The next night was her home-made lasagna with salad and garlic bread. Trust me no one went hungry. But in addition to all this, there was ‘the Wall of Sugar.’ Everyone brought some type of dessert, so much that she cleared off some shelves by the fireplace and we put them all there – cakes, pies, brownies, Danish, bags of cookies. It was truly a sugar lover’s dream.

 

In between eating we went out in the boat every afternoon, Nick rode the jet ski and I read and napped in the hammock. It just couldn’t have been a better weekend.

But in spite of all this opulence, they all said they would like to come here again next year. Several said that their children wanted to come back to see everyone. These kids are grown with kids of their own and I guess the memories stuck. The lake house is large but still limited in space so everyone couldn’t be included. At my house we’re out on the carport and anyone and everyone can come. I was flattered and I’m happy to have it here again – I really do need a reason for a complete cleaning.