Yesterday

I woke yesterday under the weather. Not anything I could put my finger on, just worn out. I tried laying down off and on through the day but this is hard to do for long periods if you are just tired and not sleepy.

I took my morning coffee to the PC and thought this and reading my favorite morning blogs would help, but I only managed to disconnect my keyboard and then knock my hubbies tower over as I struggled to see where you plug the keyboard in. I could feel frustration mounting and I didn't have the energy for that, so I wheeled out of the room leaving it for Hubby to fix when he got home.

I didn't want to do anything but doing nothing was equally bad, so I transferred to the rolling chair and swept the whole house collecting at least a small mountain of dog hair. Not a good choice of activity because all this dog hair drives me crazy on a regular day and the feelings just intensifies when your out of sorts.
My two dogs were happy I was in my rolling chair as it's much lower then the w/c, and they clamored for attention, tails wagging, licking, jumping on me as I swept, but they gave up on getting attention and retreated to the couch in hopes of blocking out my complaining of all the hair. I HATE dog hair. I did some dishes and laundry and ate some bacon with my grape juice and around 4 felt awake, and knew it had past. I even cooked chicken and rice for dinner but decided not to bake a desert as there is ice-cream and cookies available and we don't need more sweets around.

I thought about my Mom yesterday as I cooked. She past over long ago as have my Dad, my only brother and a sister.
My Dad was quite older then her and stuck in his ways, so meal times always consisted of meat,potato,vegetable,bread and butter and a desert. The only fast food he allowed to have for a meal was KFC. He considered tacos, pizza and Chinese UN -American. So the food menu varied little, which was probably a good thing for Mom with dealing with five kids too.
She always transferred the food cooked to bowls and platters. Never would we dish up from a pan on the stove and NEVER EVER would she serve food on a paper plate but then she didn't do the dishes either. That was my sister and my job being the oldest and we had no dish washing machine either. Dishes were done every night.
I think how she would shake her head at me today as I serve myself from the pans onto my paper plate and toss all dirty dishes into the sink for tomorrow.

It's funny the things you remember when a person is gone. Like her obsession with ironing. She literally wore out irons. I think it made her a bit sad that none of her children developed this love. Her passion worked for me as she would come over weekly and do my ironing and mending. I only had to make her meat loaf as she felt mine was superior to hers. I regret now that she is gone that I never mastered her spanish rice recipe. I get very close but still....it's not the same......and I don't even own an iron now...........sorry Mom.