Sunday, September 4, 2011
Hell or high water...
Literally, hell or high water,
I am going see JillyBean today!
Cancelled my plans for yesterday only for the sun to
shine for like 5 hours out of the day.
Then I make plans for myself and Bailey to
go to Plaquemine, make plans to go and
visit the other Lillian and I hear rain and wind all night.
Lee will not stop me from my goal today.
I am going to Plaq.....
hell or high water....
crawling everywhere, pulling up to walk,
laughing out loud and sleeping all night.
No way I am missing all of that.
Mom has been with me and started last night
with all the reasons why the manor is better than my house.
"I missed church tonight"
"I wonder if we are going to have Bingo tomorrow"
"I wonder if anyone else left the manor for this weather"
Momma doesn't do well away from the manor for very long.
Going to return her "where she belongs" this morning.
She is a funny one, that Momma.
I cooked all she requested yesterday.
I made a chicken and rice because when we would evacuate
back in the day to Donaldsonville, my sister's mother in law
would cook us chicken and rice.
Sister Ronnie had boiled a ham so I also boiled a ham
because she had the "envie" for that and she can't
have boiled ham without boiled potatoes.
When the afternoon comes she asks me if I have eggs.
Yes, of course I have eggs.
"I think I want a fried egg with my ham for supper"
Really, like really????
After all I cooked she wants eggs.
I remind her of what she used to tell us when we were young,
"Eat what is cooked or don't eat at all"
We laugh but I think really I may be able to get out of frying this egg.
No, she wants and egg.
At the same time, sista Rosie texts to say she is going to take
me up on the supper offer.
I text back "Yea, and you can fry your momma an egg"
Rosie gets here with Momma's wine and as the Queen sits
at the table she starts dictating to Rosie not only
what she wants for supper but how to fix it.
"I want a fried egg, crispy on the outside with a runny yellow
but I want the yellow hot"
Glad she is dictating to Rosie because I am sticking to the old rule of
you eat what is cooked or you don't eat at all.
Then the request that has me and Rosie both looking at each other
and not sure what she means.
"I want some fried boiled potatoes."
Really woman? Really?
Boiled potatoes aren't enough but now she has to fry them for you???
Oh we are really laughing now.
She dictates to Rosie.
"Take the boiled potatoes and slice them like potatoe chips
then fry them in the grease of the fried egg"
Good thing Rosie is here, you take this one, sista!
The momma, she may be demanding but she is always complimentary.
She goes on and on about how great of a job ROSIE did...
She is going back to the Manor today....
COME HELL OR HIGH WATER