It’s a mystery how people end up like they do. If it was easy, everyone in the same family would be pretty much alike. And especially with the very old, all sort of medical issues are in play.
When I go to church to turn in my bilingual missal,
I’m going to stop at Harris Teeter and see what meat is marked down. I have to make something for supper. Maybe I’ll remember to get matches, too.
Thinking about Berta and her antics makes me VERY glad I’m not her or anything like her. I almost feel like I should carry a garlic bulb with me when I’m around her.
I really want a beer with my lunch today, but that’s not in the budget. (Still cussing that kid at Wally’s!) Lately, I keep wishing I could have a beer with that rye bread sandwich. I need to get more meat and cheese, but that will have to wait, too.
Right now, I just want to go back to bed, but I will go outside and sit with Charlie for a bit. Zeke is going to bug me about voting, but I’m going to tell him I think it’s bad luck to vote for myself. I think he’s right about me winning, but seeing how this thing is going, I’m thinking if we had done nothing it would have given us the desired results: No council. This way, I will have to go through the motions, and that is not what I wanted for me.