Well, the tale today is about lunch. I asked DH to fix soup. I wanted Clam Chowder, the white kind. He likes the kind made with a tomato base, known as Manhattan Clam Chowder. Of course the white kind is made with milk. Well, DH didn't bother looking at the directions. And the poor thing has hurt his back so he's crawling around. I've given him something for pain so we'll see how he does. He tried to pick up a bag of bird seed, a 50 pound bag. That did it. So, no looking at the directions. He made it with water. Ugh. I ate Manhattan Clam Chowder.
I'm not doing that well, myself. So we do make a pair. I'm expecting the hospice nurse later today, so I may get some questions answered. Let you know tomorrow.
Allison
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