Last Chance Lost...

Ah, dinner rolls, mashed tators, English peas, and meatloaf

Dad told me last night that Helen called him late yesterday afternoon and asked for her old job back.

"She didn't even know your mother had passed away," he said.

Dad told her he could manage on his own now seeing he's the only person living there and let's not forget the cat.

"I was also tired of her having to borrow money all the time," my father added to the conversation.

I sure do miss Helen's meals, though. I mainly miss the Southern-style vegetables. Helen would cook 2 and sometimes 3 vegetables with her meals. The vegetables, though dad touts them as healthy, are laughable on the Marie Callendar meals.