While we patiently await Lauren's descent from Wedding World, I thought I would entertain our faithful readers with my present reality: summer job. Some of you may know that I am taking care of the elderly through a home care company called Ray of Sunshine. Well, for the past three days I have had the pleasure of spending my days with a little 81 year old gem named Mrs. White.
We begin the eventful days by catching up on old times, and literally I mean old times. Over the course of three days I have heard Mrs. White recount roughly 70 of her 81 years. I have heard the same story many times and could reinact them for you if you are so inclined. After the stories, we sit. Alot. We watch CNN--all day. Or we flip to the tried and true TCM (Turner Classic Movies for you young 'uns.) During some of the more boring parts of the lovely black and whites, or during her mid-afternoon nap, I busy myself by dusting, vacuuming, or cleaning bathrooms! (side note: after two years at Eagle Pass these activities are like entering a new world--free of dust, hair, and mold). After the Cinderella phase, its on to dinner time. We eat at 5:15. In the past three days I have become quite the chef: breading and frying fish, making hash brown and sweet potatoes. But by far the most interesting encounter I have had is with the substance known as spam. Yes, that's right--I squeezed the meat-like product from its can and sliced it up. I then fried it in a skillet, where I kid you not, after simmering for awhile--it flipped itself over. I saw it with my own eyes. Like one, big vienna sausage the little sucker just up and decided he was done on that side. Needless to say, I will never be eating that.
So to my readers, that is a day in my life. I miss you all dearly.
To my beloved Mrs. White, I have learned much and hope to be as spry as you when I am 81 years young.
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