Hi Penni, checking in briefly. My dad went out to the mouth of the river, where his houseboat is, with Kammer and another dentist and that dentist's wife, to go deep sea fishing. Left me for the weekend with the house, and the pool, and a truck, and Buddy Max, the standard poodle. No kids, no husband, my health is back, knees are fine, swelling is gone, and I am going to meet my sister at Barnes& Noble coffee shop, and scheme. What to do? Gotta think big.
After mass yesterday I went back to the house, ostensibly to help Mary Alice, Dad's office manager, get ready for onslaught of mourners. Mary Alice never showed up, so it was all on me. Dad's house is huge, I was running back and forth between front and back door, answering door bells, taking in casseroles, putting them in one of the ovens to heat, slamming through cabinets looking for serving platters and serving bowls and spoons, after about three hours people started filtering in and I had a little help and could catch my breath. Much food put out, actually too much as it turned out, so then I had to package it all afterwards and label and freeze. Hope no one gets food poisoning. Threw away tubs of potato salad and stuff with mayonnaise.
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