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Nov. 21st, 2018 04:02 pmScott's mother is out of surgery. The surgeon is now saying that the mass was bigger than they thought and that she actually may need 'additional work.' We have to wait for the pathology report. I'm not going to hold my breath that we'll get that until the end of next week, not given the holiday.
Cordelia and I succeeding preparing the filling for the pie we'll take to the family gathering tomorrow. We also made chicken and noodles, but those can't go to the gathering because I misread the recipe and added salt in tbsps instead of in tsps. (A tbsp equals 3 tsp for those not used to those measurements.) We don't have either flour or chicken broth in the house, so I can't try a second time until someone gets more.
I'm at that stage of holiday horror of desperately wishing that something nice would happen and knowing that it won't. I found myself near tears several times yesterday evening while Scott and Cordelia were at a movie and then again today, more than once. This is not a thing that normally happens to me, and I take it as a sign that this is all too damned much. I'm not sure there are any options for changing that at this point. I'm not sure there were options for it this year.
Cordelia and I were planning to go out for lunch today, but she decided she didn't want to, not after hours in the cold yesterday, so I launched us into cooking instead. I probably should have gone alone. Food-wise, tomorrow will be terrible, and I don't see any day after being all that much better.
(I'm not willing to touch the turkey tomorrow because the turkey dinner I had back in August made me feel not so great. I'm pretty sure the problem was the solution that they inject into most turkeys to keep them moist and to add flavor. The restaurant hadn't added any seasoning themselves. It's just not worth the risk at that time of day. At 8 a.m., I would try it.)
Cordelia and I succeeding preparing the filling for the pie we'll take to the family gathering tomorrow. We also made chicken and noodles, but those can't go to the gathering because I misread the recipe and added salt in tbsps instead of in tsps. (A tbsp equals 3 tsp for those not used to those measurements.) We don't have either flour or chicken broth in the house, so I can't try a second time until someone gets more.
I'm at that stage of holiday horror of desperately wishing that something nice would happen and knowing that it won't. I found myself near tears several times yesterday evening while Scott and Cordelia were at a movie and then again today, more than once. This is not a thing that normally happens to me, and I take it as a sign that this is all too damned much. I'm not sure there are any options for changing that at this point. I'm not sure there were options for it this year.
Cordelia and I were planning to go out for lunch today, but she decided she didn't want to, not after hours in the cold yesterday, so I launched us into cooking instead. I probably should have gone alone. Food-wise, tomorrow will be terrible, and I don't see any day after being all that much better.
(I'm not willing to touch the turkey tomorrow because the turkey dinner I had back in August made me feel not so great. I'm pretty sure the problem was the solution that they inject into most turkeys to keep them moist and to add flavor. The restaurant hadn't added any seasoning themselves. It's just not worth the risk at that time of day. At 8 a.m., I would try it.)
