I was in the bathroom shaving this morning when Helen let herself in. I poked my head out the door to say, "hello!"
"You look like Santa with all that on your face," Helen replied chuckling.
I didn't shave yesterday and Helen made a big fuss about how much better I look when I do. It is one of my father's major pet peeves about my personal hygiene habits.
I let Helen pick the menu this week. She ran by the drug store to get money from dad to buy the groceries. The weeks menu was pork cutlets fried, squash casserole, green beans, and biscuits. I kept walking in the kitchen underfoot to sniff deeply and tell Helen how good it smells.
Mom is coming over to eat in a moment. I hope dad comes too. He is off today and doing whatever he does on a day off. Helen fixed her a big plate to carry home to her husband. We are ready for a feast. I needed this today as I feel kind of shaky today. Feeling weird.
3 comments:
You are such a kind young man. That is a rare quality.
I loved a freshly shaved face!
Just stopping by to say hi. It is great that Helen has you in her life and that you have Helen in yours. I hope that you have a good weekend.
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