Today is cooking day. I usually prepare a large portion of something for Ma to sustain herself all week. Today it is chili and I used up all the pyrex containers cooking hamburger and making spaghetti, sauce and noodles for tonight's dinner. In self defense I hurry to do the dishes because I hate having to clean off dried food after Ma has rinsed them and put them away dirty. I should have dried them and put them away also as listening to Ma slam them into the cupboard also drives me to distraction. I usually buy everything in bulk and I had purchased four pounds of spreadable butter in tubs last month. Every one of them has been partially used and has some other foodstuff in the container. One of my neurotic aversions is mixing food, I use two knives to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as finding jelly in the pb or pb in the jelly is repulsive to me, so, I need to buy more butter or do without. I am going to have to hide stuff better. Well, the chili is on and needs to cook several more hours. The noodles and sauce I prepared for Ma sit uneaten, but the uncooked chili has been raided prematurely.
Ma is sitting watching TV as I write. She called to me complaining that it wouldn't go on, I find it unplugged again. It appears that the remote batteries need to be replaced and using the button controls on the front of the set is beyond Ma's comprehension. Remembering that she unplugged the set is also an unreasonable expectation. There is an upside to this story as Ma's volume finger has been disabled with the loss of the remote. No need for the volume police tonight.
Ma is experiencing night terrors again. I sleep on the couch by the door so she doesn't wander off and she has awaken me 3-4 times a night yelling at some unseen tormentor, "Get out of here." This really worries me and if it continues I will have to do something to make her secure.
