Spaghetti sauce is simmering on the stove for dinner. Y'all come.
Grandma F seemed better to me today. Her voice is still quieter than I'm used to. She was starting lunch when I arrived today. She ate a little cornbread, some juice from her turnip greens, and some canned peaches. She refused to touch her macaroni and cheese.
Grandma's roommate is so very sick. It's humbling and awe-inspiring to sit in the quiet, darkened room ... I can almost feel Mrs. L leaving this world. Her daughter came by to see her Mom today, on her way home from the hospital. (She had her knee replaced on Monday.) Mrs. L isn't eating or drinking any more. I'm thinking it won't be long. She is 97 years old.
Today Grandma asked me, in her quiet quiet voice: "What was Michael was talking about ... drip drip drip, drip drip drip?" I had no clue. Michael?
I am excited ... The 6th season of The Sopranos begins FINALLY on Sunday night. "Whuttaya gonna do?"
Have a good weekend.