Today is my birthday — I turned 57. (Eek!) Yesterday my brother and his son (Awesome Nephew) met my father and me at one of Harford county’s oldest Methodist churches. Our brother and mother are buried there. We had my favorite kind of service — no sermon, just people talking about their memories of the church, and we got to choose several hymns to sing, accompanied by the pump organ, since there’s no electrical service there. Afterwards my brother treated us to dinner at Box Hill Pizzeria, our favorite restaurant, where they make crabcakes the way God intended. There was a coupon for a chiropractor on the placemat, so I called first thing this morning and got an appointment. I’ll get the results of the X-rays tomorrow.
The back injury is changing my plans for the month, probably for the better — I will have to focus on my writing project. There were a lot of barges I was planning to tote and bales I was going to lift — our garage is filled with boxes Maggie left because she didn’t have room for all her things in Kentucky and was always welcome back here. Sorting through that will have to wait. But right now is the best time to pull out my tomato plants and move the containers back to their winter home in the back yard. So I will see if some of the neighboring teens will be interested in doing that job in exchange for filthy lucre.
It’s nice to see you doing well after Maggie’s passing.
Incidentally, my mom was born and raised in Gloucester County, Virginia, right on the Severn River, and she has her opinions about crab cakes as well. If the crab is from Maryland, then it’s okay with her. I’ll have to ask her for a more in-depth description of what makes a good crab cake in her book.
Attmay,
Chefs try to improve the crabcake, but the old-time recipes for it are the best — so, yes, your mom is a good person to ask.
Regarding Maggie’s passing, I’m actually having a hard time because it was always one of my goals to take care of her in her old age and I didn’t get to do everything I wanted to do for her. However, I know that I was able to lift a great deal of fear from her at the end due to the way I suggested her sister and brother talk to her about angels and Jesus being there to fix everything for her when she was hallucinating at the end. They told me this always comforted and calmed her. I have to pray all the things I was able to do for her were enough.
Cynthia
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday. E-mail me and I’ll send you something for that back.
Happy belated birthday Cynthia. Crab cakes and filthy lucre…these are a few of my favorite things. God bless you as you tote barges and lift dem bales.
Bill,
Thank you!
Cynthia
Happy belated 29th (v28) birthday Cynthia!
Graumagus,
Thank you! And 29th (v28) is certainly a good way to put it!
Cynthia