I just got a UPS notification of a package delivery scheduled at my house for tomorrow, and I can't think of anything I've ordered. So maybe it is Jack's pants?

Sweet. Lemme know, and I'll come pick them up.

Amazing, Brenda! It is a weirdly small world.

(and then there's the fighting with another woman over her "boyfriend," but that's another story!!!)

Jack still has all his teeth and a full head of hair, and gorgeous blue eyes, and when he stops grumbling, he's quite a gregarious charmer. What I'm saying is, demographically speaking, he could have his pick of the ladies. But he needs to stop grumbling, put on some new pants, and go play pinochle.

For those contemplating my meatloaf recipe, I forgot a major part, one packet of onion soup mix. I kept looking at the recipe I put in and thought, "Wait, that's horribly bland, what did I leave out?"

There's a show on PBS tonight that looks fun, called Wild West. The blurb:

Comedy about a droll lesbian couple who own a shop in an eccentric Cornwall village, where witchcraft and wife-swapping are commonplace.

Catherine Tate's in it.

The cheesey meatloaf sounds great, and I may try making it, once I find a good no-carb substitute for breadcrumbs.

(On the one hand, I resent that I'm on this faddish eating plan, because I kinda hate all of the food bloggers who post the recipes I'm using. On the other hand, I have to admit that the stupid ketogenic diet is making a HUGE difference to my pain levels.)

Jack still has all his teeth and a full head of hair, and gorgeous blue eyes, and when he stops grumbling, he's quite a gregarious charmer. What I'm saying is, demographically speaking, he could have his pick of the ladies

After my Mom died, Dad started going to swing dancing nights, and was surprised at this thing happening to him. I had to explain to him that no, really, he was handsome and ridiculously charming.

But he needs to stop grumbling, put on some new pants, and go play pinochle.

I'm pretty sure his old pants would work fine as well!

The cheesey meatloaf sounds great, and I may try making it, once I find a good no-carb substitute for breadcrumbs.

Meatloaf without carbs is just denser, but still tasty!

But he needs to stop grumbling, put on some new pants, and go play pinochle.

I'm pretty sure his old pants would work fine as well!

This is a good thing, because I'm wondering if the "new pants" are a myth.

Man, I feel so welcome and inclined to go back to the Asian buffet where the cashier was too engrossed in his phone call during Monday lunch rush to bother with customers and angrily hissed at the host to come ring me up, sparking an argument in what I think was Vietnamese.

My mom had dementia and she stayed at home until the end. It was no better. By the end Mom didn't know what was going on and who say truly horrible things to my sister and the caregivers. She would also just scream and wail for hours at a time. Dementia is awful. What I took away from all of it is that there just isn't a good answer for how to deal with it. You just need to find a way through.

My heart goes out to Steph, Tim, and anyone who is dealing, or who has had to deal with it.