Sunday is my mother's birthday. I should have planned to cook something she used to make--white beans, cornbread and fried potatoes. Instead I'm making minestrone but I think she'd heartily approve of that. But not the salmon patties--she used to hate to cook them.
So I'll be thinking of her all the same. I always am.
(When I'm not thinking about Dad)
Re dogs, okay! It cooled down. But I got home so late today, they didn't get much of a walk. Tomorrow is Saturday and I can make up for it with a nice rib bone.
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