I’m in LA for the week playing nurse for my cousin who is recovering from knee surgery. I’m an ok nurse. I can get her water for her meds and change out her ice machine but I am a sorry substitute for her husband who is one of the best cooks I know. I feel like I’m in church when I’m in his kitchen. Like I should light candles and incense before touching any of his beautiful pots and pans. She will just have to suck it up and eat my slop til he gets home.
I miss him so.
Bless her heart, she hasn’t cried once since he left.
Meanwhile I’ve shed a few tears trying to figure out how to use his coffee maker. And the TV remote.
Planting Along The Verge 
As long as you keep giving her her meds on time, you're gold.
LikeLike
Nurse Yolie sounds great. I hope I pass you somewhere on the street, we recognize each other and can give one another a hug. I'll carry around my little burlap Buddha bag just in case.
LikeLike
Ms Moon, That I can do!
xxoo
Elizabeth! I'd recognize your beautiful face anywhere. I'm not in your neighborhood though.This is “the valley” I think. Canoga Pk, Woodland Hills.
xxoo
LikeLike
ah … just to have you there is good nursing! church … haha… listen… I've got to be the worst cook in the universe… I know nothing .. don't like it …
LikeLike
Carolyn, I'll bet your not the worst. As a matter of fact, I'm sure, cause I know the worst cook in the universe. I'm not naming names.
It's not me.
I nurse on.
xxoo
LikeLike