and the way my family communicates.
Second hand, I have been told that my sister has been released from the hospital to go home to her cat and dog. Apparently, she is on some type of drug, in pill form, for pain management. She is not on steroids. I don’t know if she is still on morphine.
A friend is going to take her to the library so that she will have something to occupy her mind as she sits and waits for this problem to abate. I wonder if I need to make meals for her, of if the effort of reheating a meal will be too much?
I need to heat up the grapevine and see what her kids are doing to help. Wouldn’t you think, with something as serious as this, that someone NOT on drugs should be involved in making decisions about what Sis is doing?
I suspect that there may be blessings in growing older alone, but this is not one of them. When you are ill, you need someone you trust to help you make sensible choices. In our family, Sister #1 probably holds that position, and it’s a good thing she’s coming back from Australia soon!

My mother is addicted to butter!
We happen to be out of butter for the first time in fifteen years. We normally have a back up box of butter, and as soon as someone touches the back up box, Mother announces that it’s time to go shopping.
Well, somewhere along the line, we used all the butter, and now I’M in the dog house. It seems that it is MY responsibility to make sure that we always have butter! (snort!)
When we go grocery shopping we both have lists. I’m surprised that butter doesn’t head her list. I’m not sure why I’m the bad guy here, but I’m not going out to buy a pound of butter right now. It will have to wait until tomorrow, and I bet I will hear about this for the rest of my life!