No Tears Today!
|Flowers from the garden for Momma|
Oh, what a beautiful mornin',(Follow the link to listen to the music...:)
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way.
OK, so it's no longer "morning" when I'm writing this. And the "day" I'm talking about was yesterday. Let's not be too picky.
When Mr. T and I arrived at Hospice Home yesterday for a visit with Nana/Momma/Edith, she was awake, alert, and in a talkative mood. Woo hoo! We had brought a cup of watermelon chunks for a taste-treat, and she enjoyed almost every single one of them...with salt, of course. I texted the word that she was available to talk on the phone, and she took a call from Bro J in Nashville and one from SIL LaD in KY. It was a wonderful morning indeed!
Made even more so, since just 24 hours before, it had been an awful, terrible, horrible, very bad day. Nothing was right; nothing was working. Mom couldn't get comfortable, no matter which way she was positioned. She was frustrated, upset, in pain, and crying. Of course, being of no help whatsoever, I began to cry, too. The nurse practitioner, who had just adjusted Mom's morphine the day before, adjusted the amount yet again (doubling the pump-dose from 2 days before). And, the nurse...recognizing high anxiety when she saw it...gave Mom more anxiety meds than scheduled to help calm her. (Only half kidding, I asked her if she had one of those for me...:-)
Well, what a difference a day makes...as they say!
We had a wonderful visit with Mom yesterday, and as we were leaving, she said "you know what I want you to bring me tonight?" What? "A small pepperoni pizza from Donato's!"
We did...and she ate half of it! And then polished off a cup of orange sherbet!! What a wonderful day indeed!
So, today I'm making a pot of Brunswick Stew. Yes, I am aware that it is nearly 100 degrees outside. And, I know that my garden is so overgrown with head-high weeds (I kid you not) that a sane person...well, at least one that is afraid of snakes...wouldn't set foot in it to find the necessary ingredients.
But, I'm on a roll here. And, Brunswick Stew is on Mom's special request menu, because it reminds her of summertime on Nananny's farm in Hardeman County, where they would make a big, cast-iron pot of stew when the garden would start to "overproduce:" start producing more than they could eat at meals, put up for winter, or give away to others.
I did find potatoes, carrots, corn, tomatoes, green peppers, onions, and okra in enough quantities to make a pot of stew...and no snakes, thank goodness. The only thing that would have to come from a can would be lima beans...they've stopped producing in this heat...and the tomato sauce. Oh, and the chicken broth. I'm using some shredded chicken from a rotisserie chicken, so I didn't make any homemade broth. Stew's on the stove simmering away as I write.
I also found a few blossoms to snip for a vase to take to Mom this evening (see the photo above). Flowers from the garden...Brunswick Stew from the garden...that should bring a smile to her face, don't you think?
I hope so. Today is all about smiles...not tears.