Friday, October 22, 2004
Last Weekend!
A visit from the Evil One, Little Snit, and their beautiful offspring resulted my being reminded that Saturday was Sweetest Day. I can remember when if Jay missed Sweetest Day I would be pissy for a month but not anymore! (Anyway Happy Sweetest Day roughly a week late everyone!) A visit to our house involves overnight for the Evil One’s family so here is a pictorial of Sunday morning!
Grandpa(Jay) presides over the cooking of the breakfast! A masterpiece when he is through!!
Courtney sleeps in! At least she tries too!
Momma reads the new book, while pointing out which is her good side. However by the looks of those jowls ‘there ain’t no good side that morning’!!
Molly plays with the new toy Little Snit brought her!
And all is right with the world in OtisvIlle!!
Think You Know Him!
After 30 years of marriage I felt I knew all there was to know about Jay. But each day brings a new surprise, another facet to his humor.
The ritual since the diabetes has developed is to the test blood sugar twice a day. Morning or before supper he sets up his meter, pokes a finger, and waits for a reading. When the reading is good he tells me. When the reading is bad he sits staring at the meter. He reviews everything he has eaten the night before or the during the day depending on the test time.
This involves things like, “It must be the grapes. You know I can’t open the refrigerator door without grabbing some.” Or, “I don’t understand this. I didn’t eat anything to cause this.”
So yesterday, as he sat and reviewed the facts because the reading was high, I finally said, “How about the juice and cider?” He looked at me kind of funny and said he didn’t use but one or at the most two glasses a day. “Only four ozs. at a time,” he said. I agreed that sometimes there was only one glass on the counter and another in the dishwasher at the end of the day. But I have counted three or four glasses a day when I took a used one and put it in the dishwasher causing him to take a clean one. His response was, “I use them for water too,” but the little quirk that he gets around his mouth told me that it wasn’t always true.
This morning I struggled sleepily out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. This is what I saw as he sat grinning at the table.
I married a smartass but a funny one at least!!!