Boogers

We had a strange conversation the other night about boogers. Mary is constantly dabbing at her nose and hides the tissues (Ange does the same) up her sleeves, which drives me crazy because I'm always forgetting to get them out and washing them, so there are bits of tissue sticking to everything I've washed. In the last four years I've only heard Mary actually blow her nose about three times. I wish I could remember how we got onto the subject of boogers... I think I swished something off of her nose and she asked if it was a booger but then said that she didn't get them. I told her I couldn't believe that cause I get a lot of them and it seemed highly unlikely that she never had to clean out her nose. She wouldn't budge. Said she had them when she was younger but didn't anymore. Her nose just runs all the time. Oh, now I remember how it started--I noticed that her nose needed wiping and asked if she needed a tissue. She didn't feel it running and asked if she had a booger. Oh, well. I just thought that was funny.

I've told quite a few people the story about her thinking she was 37--and I feel awful about it. She gets this look on her face... then I know I've embarrassed her. So why have I done it over and over? I just couldn't resist. I've always had the problem that my mouth has a mind of its own.

I've sort of started getting the house back in order. I finished my cookie baking today. I had to get it completely out of my system. I'd made a lot of candy but not many cookies. I wish I'd made more. My list was much longer than the modjeskas (and marshmallows), divinity, caramel fudge (disaster due to hard brown sugar and bread crumbs in sugar), springerles, gingerbread and sugar cookies. I dont' know what we're going to do with everything we've got--especially since I plan to resume with my diet. Mary doesn't eat nearly as many sweets as she used to, darn it. I'm surprised she's eaten as much as she has. One thing's for sure, she does have a good appetite. And good teeth, thanks be to God! And good digestion. If I had to live with someone like Angie who couldn't chew most things and was convinced that fiber hurt her stomach... I'd go bonkers. Angie cuts everything up into the itsy-bitsiest pieces and then chews each piece about 60 - 100 times. It takes her forever to eat, of course. And she wants to cut everything Mary eats up into microscopic pieces, too. Lordy, lordy.

I think for the first time I can remember, I'll be glad when the holidays are over so that I can get back to my regular schedule, which is the stupidest thing I think I've ever felt, even though you're not supposed to judge your feelings like that. But I mean, I haven't really got a schedule to get back to! Other than looking for a job. I guess I'm feeling mighty guilty--especially considering the money I spent for Christmas. But the gifts that I gave Mary I paid for myself. And I wanted to make sure that Mary gave the aunts and Mom a gift--even though she didn't want to. She can really be such a scrooge. Didn't want to send out Xmas cards even.

Oh, I think I forgot to mention that we've gottn the shower sort of half-way fixed. We still need a few things done, but we can use it. It's so wonderful! She does most of the work, which really wore her out the first time since she wasn't used to it, and that makes both of us feel better. Plus, it's not as chilly as sitting in the tub, waiting for the cup to fill up with water from the tap. It's simply lovely!

Mary keeps getting cramps in her ankle and big toe. If I rub it (barely touching it) a bit, it goes away almost immediately, but often comes back quite soon. I hope this isn't a sign of something worse. Luckily, her vision and balance have returned to normal, but she does seem weaker than she used to be, if that's possible. I need to get her up and walking around more often, but I get involved in other projects or she's taking a nap.