A call.

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Just checking up on mother.  I don't want to call too often.  She doesn't remember, but she gets a bit grumpy if I call too often.  Fair enough.  But, with her friend having passed, I am pushing it just a bit.  Hard times call for stronger measures.  Just... a bit.  I don't bring it up, but listen if she needs to speak of it.  Not ignoring, just... letting her handle that as she may.

She is making salsa!  I wish I could make it, I'd snatch a jar or two.  She makes amazing salsa.  And, when people find out she is making it... they all want some.  She has limits, though.  From ingredients, to time, to energy.  Still, she always finds waifs, of various ages, and gives some away.  Nothing like making one's self useful.  And, she always gifts those who help her source.  Nothing wrong with itching the back of those who scratch yours.  It may not be the only way, but it is a part of the way, and one of the ways.

I told her I am hoping to can burger.  She thought that sounded terrible.  And, maybe.  But, it stores meat.  I really want burger around.  And, I will freeze some.  But I want to try to can some too.  She is going to look around regarding it.  She is sure she can find a suitable recipe... for her little boy.  :p  Hey, I'll take her advice.  She has been fooding since she was a very youngen.  She took over for her mother, to a greater extent, due to cancer, before she was a teen, proper or otherwise I suspect.

It is 78 outside, but only 71 even in here, in the front room, near the computer.  I do feel a bit chill.  But... it's all good.  I'll figure things out.  Hmm, hungry, too.  Not sure what I have easily available.  I may just go hungry today.  Perhaps a fatted coffee though, or tea?  It's... not that cool, cold.  But... that isn't always why a hot drink goes down.

I really want to get out, and do things.  But not today.  Another day, dry, and perhaps I can get the weed whip going.  And, maybe, do some raking.  Or wood cutting, in smaller or larger parts.  Well, resetting the wood pile first, after weed whipping around the area, then cutting and restacking?  Maybe.  Though, perhaps this evening, as it cools a bit, I may change the air filter.  And begin tinkering with the cabin air filtering system.  I did get her washed, last time I was in town.  I could check the oil as well.  The other fluids I can't really check?  Radiator, I could at least review that.  Just... tinkering, looking, seeing.  But later, when it cools just a bit.

Even so, it's a rather pleasant day.  Probably the last of the really warm days?  Nearing the end.  Might be a few oddities, weather is strange anymore.  Between the sun, mostly, and men to a minor degree (try as they might, they don't seem able to quite kill everybody... yet), things are just a wee off.  Still, it's mostly tracking, so far, give or take.

Later.

Oh, right.  Just... why you shouldn't trust.  And how deeply to not trust?  Check.