The View from Home

Pixie hasn't seen mom in over a week. How do you explain to a dog? For a while, Merri would ask every day, "Is Judah coming home this week? Tomorrow? I want to prepare the room." or "Judah, he's coming today? I want to make it the room." Merri loves Martha's garden as much if not more than Mom. She spends a good deal of time out there gathering flowers for any one of her many decorative arrangements around the house. Hilda comes by too, for roses and other cuttings. Mom grew some fabulous tomato plants this year. She's missing the week where they all turn red. We have more than Merri can make salsa with, if anyone wants some, please help yourselves.

I had considered photographing all the budding fruits in the yard and making an accordian book for Judah.

Grandpa could never figure out how to use our toaster (it requires three buttons for toast). He took matters into his own hands yesterday at Walmarts (mom took him) and bought a two slice toaster with a single lever. He's eating toast and jam very contently in the kitchen.

The phone still rings here starting around 7:30am. It's usually mom with a morning report.

Last night I took grandpaws to the Mexican on the corner. He had his first fajita. after cleaning his plate he said, "I'm a better a cook." When the waitress asked if he liked his meal, he said, "No, not at all." Of course charming and she laughed and we bought mom fish tacos to go.

Back at the house, grandpa anticipated a strawberry yogurt all the way home. When we got here he found strawberries and a large container of non fat yogurt. He snapped and cursed. "G-d dammit, what the hell am I going to do with that?" Haven't seen that in a while. And then, "Sorry Issy, I'm uptight." I found him some mango sorbet and diet tea biscuits which hit the spot. He even shared the leftovers with Pixie. Before going to bed he kissed me on my forehead and said, "I hope tomorrow's a better day."