
In a half hour it will be time for Peggy to call to see if I’m ready to chauffeur her and Mom for our drinking and driving adventure. After Peggy’s call, I call Mom to make sure she gets dressed for our drive. She always manages to get dressed, sort of. By that, I mean that she puts on clothing, which is a jacket over her pajamas.
Mom rarely gets out of her pajamas these days. Aside from our ride, she doesn’t usually go anywhere. Just putters contentedly around her house. She dozes in small doses throughout each day. And she still cooks fabulous eats. Also–as I’m sure I’ve mentioned before–at 3 o’clock she watches Harry, then at 4 o’clock she watches Ellen. Mom is into those talk shows the same way I must have me some Judge Judy each day. (I bet most of you don’t know that Judge Judy is on six days per week. (They play one episode at 4 a.m, Tuesday through Saturday.) Our shows are like a religion to us both. We are unquestioningly devoted to them. 🙏