A call.

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It's always good to speak with family, parents more so.  The older I get, the more important that becomes.  It takes time to figure some things out, to mature, to understand.  Mothers are female, thus alien.  No matter how many I have known, or how well I understand some things, how, why, and what they think, and more importantly for them feel, can never quite be a known quantity.  I sort of suspect that women more resonate than use logic.  I will admit, men aren't perfectly capable of logic ourselves.  It's just that we strive for that.  That doesn't even mean, when we do use logic, and well, that we are always any more correct.  Much as trying to use science to decipher the bible, there are some things that cannot... be derived through math, logic, science.  That doesn't mean they are right, always, either.  They seem to have a very different priority and social system.  Never mind, there remains enough crossover, mutual allowance once maturity has hit, and such, that communication is worth it. 

We were discussing pain and exhaustion.  She bottled 36 quarts of corn yesterday, or froze?  Something.  She is sore and hurting today.  Her ailments are different, but age has put us closer to a similar place in life.  Actually, she is still in better shape.  But then my body really is still almost dead.  However, she, as I, in health and youth, were both hard workers, in our own ways.  Now, when either of us works, we pay.  And yet neither of us is quite ready to give anything up.  I did suggest, however, that while work does bring pain and exhaustion, it is better than just going through that without gaining.  Something we both do as well, and anyway.  I told her that I am doing much this summer, all things considered.  And, at times, I am paying the price.  I am glad she is still able to work, and that I am coming back to it, in fits and starts.  I talked her ear off for as long as she could stay awake.  To bed, early. 

Tomorrow?  I don't know, other than contacting the gents about what time they wish to eat dinner.  Then I need to figure out the grill, get it set up and going, and have the meat and potatoes ready for their arrival.  Slow, low, and turning often should work well enough, putting the potatoes in for the last hour and an half, perhaps.  It's good to have folks over for a meal once in a while.  I just wish I could keep the cave in better shape so as to do that even more often.  Friends, neighbors, acquaintances, and anyone who might stop by for dinners would be nice.  Perhaps, as the summer goes on, I might be able to get the place into better shape.  If I continue to improve, perhaps I can keep on top of things.

Good night.