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Happy In My Kitchen, Baking For Recovering Dad
Day 37 - Saturday May 5
Dad's out of hospital & sounding lonely. When I phoned, he'd just finished what he could eat of a barely edible lunch of hot dogs he'd cooked with fried onions he'd badly burned. "Doesn't matter" he said, "I can't taste anything." He accepted our invitation to dinner & said he'd come earlier to enjoy the sun on our deck.
I spent the rest of the morning & afternoon cooking & baking & although my back was screaming in pain, I was happy & oh-SO-grateful that he was well enough to drive here, spend this time with us. I enjoyed every minute of this day & evening - "the memory has been bottled" as my Mom used to say. I have many, many bottles!
Happy In My Kitchen, Baking For Recovering Dad
Day 37 - Saturday May 5
Dad's out of hospital & sounding lonely. When I phoned, he'd just finished what he could eat of a barely edible lunch of hot dogs he'd cooked with fried onions he'd badly burned. "Doesn't matter" he said, "I can't taste anything." He accepted our invitation to dinner & said he'd come earlier to enjoy the sun on our deck.
I spent the rest of the morning & afternoon cooking & baking & although my back was screaming in pain, I was happy & oh-SO-grateful that he was well enough to drive here, spend this time with us. I enjoyed every minute of this day & evening - "the memory has been bottled" as my Mom used to say. I have many, many bottles!