Once more the larder is stocked. My Brother took me to the grocery store on Saturday. I couldn't have faced it without him. He carried most of the bags up the stairs. I find that I am too weary to do so and my balance is not so good.
I will throw out the stew that I made before and try stew again. Sooner or later I might produce a decent one. I will never achieve the level that my Mother reached and can never come near the level that Mrs. Foley reached when I was a teenager. I guess that I will just "Keep on Keepin on.".
That may be the story of my life. Never achieving anything spectacular, just plodding slowly along.
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