Every Easter I dye hard-boiled eggs and because I love the colour to be super deep, I leave them in the dye for two or three hours. Then they sit in a basket for a few days and then get thrown out. Not at mom’s though as under no circumstances will she waste food.
So no-one should’ve been surprised to find out mom had eaten two of them a week after they were made. Luke said the next day she told him they were slimy, but she rinsed them off and they tasted fine, so down the old hatch with the eggs. Naturally she vomited all night long and was completely weak and sick for several days afterward.
The scary part was her inability to find the right words, but after a few days of that she regained her ability to speak and is now right as rain. Every time she gets very sick she demands I phone the doctor’s office and get the doctor to order MAID (Medical Assistance in Dying) for her, and just like last time she told me to cancel the appointment as she’s feeling fine.
Given her hearty nature, I can’t imagine the doctor actually ordering MAID, but who knows. I do as I’m told, even if the request is particularly out of the norm, yet most are really normal, thereby demonstrating her mind is sharp. Today she reminded me to bring perennials from my garden to replace those that had died in hers.
And speaking of gardens, please never buy rudbeckia (common name black-eyed Susan) as just like variegated ground cover, mint, or forget-me-nots, you’re going to have it for the rest of your life and in every garden bed you own. For years I ignored it as I’m a very lazy person so thought hey, that’s nice, I don’t have to do anything as these things plant themselves. But now I have to dig and dig and dig to get it out of all the beds I allowed it to roam into.
As you may recall I was on the Liberal executive for five years, and thought that’s enough of event-planning and retired from it. Yet one of the cagey fellow Liberal board members had me over for lunch and after a preamble asked if I’d be interested in doing events organization for the Kelowna Citizens for a New Performing Arts Centre Society.
Alice is on the board, and apparently in a meeting the topic of events came up and she said hey I have the perfect person. Long story short, I’m now the events planner for this newly-formed society which hopes to raise 100 million dollars for a new performing arts centre to replace the old Kelowna Community Theatre.
But why not, as God knows some of my best memories come from plays such as Oh Calcutta! which I saw in London and was pretty outré for a twenty-something girl from Osoyoos. The whole thing was performed in the nude which was very chi chi in those days. Never mind my joy at seeing plays in Boston, New York and Vancouver.
I’ll be in Osoyoos this weekend for Mother’s Day and will be making a nice lunch and we’re hoping James and Julie will attend as is tradition. With Liz and Liza gone they enjoy reminiscing with us. The only fear will be when I drive home the next day and the wonder of what leftovers will be sitting out for X number of days precipitating another call for MAID.