“Lamp above the headboard isn’t working right. Shannon’s trying to figure out what’s going on with it.” Except Shannon was at Wal-Mart picking up groceries for us at the time this was captured. Wave bye-bye. “Somebody curses me does not live here.” Walks into her room and starts talking (inaudible. Probably wondering if I’m done fixing her lamp yet.) It seems she went back to bed shortly after this. Mom decided to pick up a crochet hook and some partial skeins of yarn and start crocheting at about 11:00 this morning and was quiet from that point until she reached this tangle, then the talking started. I have no idea what she’s making, she may not either, but it kept her mind occupied I guess.
4:15 PM – She worked on that tangle until 2:53 PM according to the time stamp, got some scissors and cut it out, then spend about 45 minutes messing with her lamp on her headboard and finally replacing it with my little black lamp. She eventually came downstairs and is now in the kitchen making pods for the single cup coffee maker… going on endlessly about me stealing her Echo, as if I would rather have that over my “Hot Red Camaro.” If it’s not me stealing it for myself, it’s me selling it to Veronica or Victoria and about how it’s worth more than what she bought it for. I’m just sitting out here trying to ignore it as best I can.