I told you many things had happened. After fighting pneumonia off and on for most of last year my canoeing buddy Clark’s mother passed in September. My granddaughter Alex caught pneumonia in late October which drug on. She could no longer fight it off either. Though she was only nineteen her body had degenerated as much as Katherine’s ninety-two year old body. She is now gone too. My aunt Connie passed the next day. So there you go. I didn’t feel like writing.
On another note, I got injected with Hep B vaccine today. A precaution. I start on my eight week regimen of Hep C killer next Monday. >(Note to Baby-boomers, get tested. We are all high risk.)< No alcohol for Terry during the holidays! Oh my. I can’t take my atorvistatin while I’m on the Hep C meds either, but I’ll be damned if I won’t eat Wolf’s barbecue if Paul insists on catering.
I have mentioned in the chapters of Harold’s Room that this is just such a burden! We don’t have to screw with a turkey, prep giblets for gravy, smash taters, or eat green bean casserole and Jello molds… Barbecued ribs, pulled pork, barbecued chicken, American and German potato salad, Wolf’s barbecue baked beans, German rye bread and dill pickle spears… Did I leave anything out? Oh! PIES! They bake pies, too. If you don’t feel like that’s festive enough I can whip you up some Stove Top Stuffing if need be. When you bake it, it’s pretty darned good. I can even throw some oysters in there if you like. I have some football to watch now. It’s Thursday night: Jaguars and Titans.