Supper Time Activities

Supper last night was a bit of this and tad of that.

I had a small serving of the last of the green beans out of the garden.

I had less than that of a spinach/feta mess that Daughter brought home from a restaurant.

I had about a forth of a hamburger steak, once again from Daughter's leftovers.

Half a cup of soup - Daughter, again.

A biscuit - you guessed it: leftover.

I know I've had worse suppers, I just can't remember when.

Husband ate some leftover soup beans along with a baked sweet potato.

Now, you women know exactly what all that was about.

Supper?

Nah.

I was cleaning out the fridge.

Food, Glorious Food

Thursday was a wonderful day, and the food was exceptionally good.

I ate a lot. A little too much. (shut up)

Yesterday was leftovers heaven. Made for a good dinner.

Today...we cooked at dinner, with no leftovers from the day before.

But supper has been a different story.

Daughter is saving one piece of dressing and her aunt's special corn for her supper when she gets out of the tub.

There's enough turkey for one more sammich.

A few green peas, a spoonful of cranberry sauce, that's about it.

There was a little bit of giblet gravy left, which I put on top of the little bit of mashed potatoes left and that was my supper. It's the best giblet gravy I've ever had, and I have told my sister-in-law that. She  made it, she gets the credit.

In the morning there will be little or no signs of the Thanksgiving feast we had, which is probably true for most homes. Surely on day four it's history for almost everyone.

Most of us are ready to move on to roast beef, hot dogs or a nice juicy steak by Sunday.

Let's just hope all the pastors out there recognize who's who in the congregation as they waddle in tomorrow.

A few pounds can change a person's looks, you know.

A Long Trip Home

Today,  my Mother had surgery. It's a sixty-something mile drive and it's one of those trips where you think it will never end. Getting to that town is always that way, and I'm not sure why.

Going over was a bit anxiety producing, as my Mother was pretty nervous and hungry and thirsty. She had fasted since yesterday and her surgery wasn't scheduled until 1:30 p.m.

We got there early. Husband and Daughter left to get us lunch, which we thought we could eat while Mother was in surgery.

First, the place we had all slobbered over was closed down when they got there, and I think a, um, difference of opinion followed.

A place was finally settled on, and Daughter got ice cream for dessert. They handed it to her hurriedly and Husband drove off.

Ice cream sort of exploded all over Daughter because they had not put the lid on properly.

Oh, yes. Our air conditioning fan on the car seems to be dying. Good thing it was only ninety degrees today.

When Daughter got back to the surgery waiting room we weren't there. They had invited me back to sit with Mother while they prepped her for surgery. I knew they'd be looking for me, but figured they could ask around.

Daughter finally showed up, and they let her back with us. She was rather irate and sticky. She isn't feeling well to start with, as she fell all over a restaurant's floor last evening. She's has a sore hip, knee, and shoulder, which has gotten worse as the day progresses.

The restaurant put up a wet floor sign after she fell. How thoughtful of them.

Anyway, the surgery went smoothly, Mother was feeling good when they helped put her in the car. She ate all the peanut butter crackers they gave her and drank a full glass of ginger ale.

On the way home Daughter and I saw a bear at the edge of the wood on the side of the road. He was big and beautiful.

When we finally got home, the odd deer, that my friend says is a Black Tailed Deer, was in the yard. They live in South Georgia and are rarely seen in North Georgia. The doe is a loner and is eating all our plants. At least she doesn't touch the day lilies. She's very large. I don't have the heart to run her off.

I ate too many leftovers for supper, because squash, potatoes, okra, chicken, and Vidalia onions are too good not to indulge a little.

It was a long trip. I have a lot to be thankful for. Successful surgery, safe trip, bears and deer.

And leftovers.