Mixed Bag

Such a mixed bag this holiday has been!
Statistically,  10 % of all people get in at least on fight over the holiday.
Others argue the number is closer to 40% !
And let the holiday fisticuffs begin!

Of course I am flat on my lips.
Stage 5 kidney failure has taken its toll on my health and body.
I rely heavily on Gaelic Girl, when she is willing to help.
But, she was hit by food poisoning last Tuesday and is on her lips still.

Saturday, I planned to take my mother out to lunch.
Can't do dinner - no, "they" will be watching.
Can't do Olive Garden, she hates their salads.
Can't do Famous Daves, she now hates BBQ.
Just like last month, no place will do, she wants to rot at home and force others to rot with her.
And with a puking GG for 45 miles, we arrived.
And true to form she refused to go to lunch - insisting that we had to eat her food!

I flat lost it!
And then she spent 25 minutes calling me every name in book, at the top of her lungs!
When GG finally had enough, I was past caring if she lives or dies ...
I realize I am stuck with this woman in my life.  And God really needs to move in that hard heart of hers!
For now, I can ignore her, but her birthday is three weeks away - maybe I can send a card ...
Most of my adult life has been spent with her not talking to me ...
Certainly not driving three hours again out of my way for her!

Christmas Eve was a success.
I made steak oscars, which were well received.
Christmas day was a bust, I was beyond  exhaustion!
I made a pasta salad and the day was over for me!

Today is a day of rest, to accomplish what I can before surgery on Wednesday.
I am wiped.
No energy what-so-ever.

I trhink I will lay down with my new antique French cookbook and read a few select recipes .....
And dream of the life I lost when I was forced to move to America ...
Sigh