I do keep meaning to eat.

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It isn't even that I forget.  It's just that something else comes up when I have that little spark that would direct me to to that otherwise.  It is not, generally a very sparky day.

I didn't quite finish the conversation with my mother in our recent call.  When I was able, I gave her another call.  I hadn't felt that she was doing well, though maybe she was tired, or I was off.  Hard to tell.  I wanted to check.  More, I wanted to make sure she knew she could call me for a favor, need, or want.  If it might be too big for me, I would do the work of getting my brother onboard.  We are both doing better.  I also directly asked if she needed anything, or wanted anything.  Sometimes all they need to hear, whoever, is that someone is there.  She has friends and loved ones there, but they aren't her sons.  Some might actually be better, at least than we have been.  But it's still just not quite the same.  Finally I asked about visiting my brother in the fall.  She sounded pretty sure about that.  Though driving out here doesn't seem to still be part of the plan.  I figured that would only happen if she could get in contact with some of her friends along the way, and only maybe either way.  It's a long slog.  The best bet would be a one way ticket into here, then a one way from my brother's area home, while I drive to and back from his home.  It won't be just a week though...  Well... maybe.  But that would be mighty tight.  A Thursday or Friday flight out, then a week and a Monday flight back would be about right for her intentions though.  If something seems off, I just have to check.  She is a woman though, and she will have ups and downs that are a bit more intense.  Aging, I see, adds to that.  A world of life and opportunity and people behind, fewer and fewer people one knows well and generationally, a dawning of the inevitable, a weakening of flesh and spirit.  Still, good to call and make sure of some things.

After that, a bit of refocusing.  As I went to begin bresupfast the faucet pieces all but jumped into my hands.  I worked on this, put these together, undid the hoses so as to replace the faucet, took off the putty which really wasn't needed from both the faucet base and the sink around the access hole, then fidgeted with a few things.  I am not sure I am up to crawling under there tonight.  Tomorrow, though, I am pretty sure I will finish that.  And, when I am done, come hell or high water, I am going to figure out the plumbing under there so I don't have a drip!  That has been irritating me greatly.  It sort of comes and goes.  Nothing I have done to this point has fixed it.  Come hell or high water, that damned plumbing is going to be made dry, even if I have to fill the area with concrete!  Gah!

A little break and I will get to bresupfast.  I am, almost, hungry.  Had an interesting meal last night.  It was one of the daughter's birthday meal, and she wanted her favorite.  Her favorite turned out to be: spaghetti noodles pushed through cut pieces of hotdots, on a bed of chili, with cheese melted on top.  I... had no real way to know what to expect when I heard, then saw, what dinner was.  Actually it was quite good.  Not a daily, or weekly thing, but every other month it would make for a fun meal night.  Something about out of the mouth of babes?  At first my mind couldn't wrap around how to even do that.  It's obvious after a moment of thought.  Just thought I'd pass on a... strange but rather fun and interesting meal notion.  Not even too much work.  Interesting.

Well... on to resting so that I can eat before a week passes or something.  It has happened.  Later.