Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sorry I haven't been around. Sister St. Aloysius has been using my right arm and it's hard to type with just my left hand.
I think I mentioned a while back that Sister St. Aloysius is not a good patient. She's not accustomed to being sick or injured and just doesn't know how to act. She's trying to pretend as though everything is the same and she can just go on her merry way. Her way is particularly not merry these days.
I've considered tying her up. I told one of the Ladies of Charity the other day that I had thought about clocking her with a frying pan. That particular lady had spent a few hours with Sister St. Aloysius earlier in the week. Her charitable response? "Wait until she turns around."
She's just not getting the rest she needs to heal. She's moving her arm around too much. Her fingers are swelling and tingling, her sewing hand thumb won't bend on it's own.
I could slip her a mickey.
I caught her trying to cook yesterday with her one good arm. She was trying to open a jar by leveraging the jar in her cast and twisting her lid with her devil arm. Even if it had worked she would have been covered in olive juice.
The good news is that we have discovered that I am a decent cook. Who knew? All sorts of things I know about cooking have come back to me, from how to make chicken pot pie with a biscuit top to how great meatloaf tastes if you put every single thing you have in the refrigerator in it. Hence the olives. Turn your back for one second and you have a helper with one devil arm whacking at jars.
I used to cook along side my mother when I was a child. My mother is an excellent cook and really wanted to teach me to cook. But every task she gave me somehow didn't please her and she would grab it away from me saying, "Not like that!" and do it herself.
So I just made life easier for both of us and let her do it herself.
Somehow a bunch of it rubbed off on me, even if my mother wouldn't like the way I sliced the tomatoes. She's not here to disapprove anyhow.
And Sister St. Aloysius can't grab anything away from me. Ha!
Six weeks. Our Lenten sacrifice is all laid out for us.