White light... and the power of love.

I make the best chicken salad in the world.
First, you go to the grocery store hungry. You can't avoid the rotisserie chickens if you do this, so grab one and put it in your cart.
It helps if you're at a grocery store that has a taqueria. Why? Because you can't begin to eat that glorious smelling chicken until you return home, but since you are hungry, you can order tacos for $1.00 a piece and gorge yourself for less than a cup of coffee at Starbucks. A regular coffee of the day.
Anyway... see... you get the chicken home and it cools and you have to do something with it. That's where the chicken salad comes in. Set aside the drumsticks and wings for your roommate. Take the breasts off the bone and chop them very well. Add 3 tablespoons of mayonaise (NOT SALAD DRESSING - which is a food additive abomination before God), 1 tbs. of dill pickle relish, two table spoons or more of salted sunflower seeds -- SHELLED -- and 1/2 a diced Granny Smith apple.
That is all. The best ever. Scrumptious. I know. I have proof in the form of rave reviews.
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Note to cooks: If you're going to make sauteed mushrooms in nutmeg cream sauce and you want to serve it with a meal... do not make it too soon. Once removed from the stove, the dish will evaporate as your guests eat spoonful after spoonful in an attempt to decide if they've died and gone to heaven.
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You can build a fire over water. Trust me on this. I witnessed it just yesterday.
It was the first fire of the new deck, btw. And it was good.
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It is an exceptionally bad idea to drive to small-town, rural, East Texas on a Christian holiday without enough gas to get home. Gas stations disobey their franchise agreements and close on such days. As a matter of fact, it's probably a good idea to avoid spending too much time in such Christian strong holds no matter what day of the week it is. But I digress.
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Last week water came out of the sky at a rate that my tiny half acre could not absorb. Tonight, i'll have to water my newly planted roses or they might not make it to the next predicted rain - 10 days from now.
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Never bring an adult entertainment newspaper to a gathering of half-minds. The day can become very long indeed. I mean, one expects them to stare at the pictures; but who knew they could read.
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It is a bad idea, no matter how comfortable they feel at the time, to walk 3 miles on the hills of South Oak Cliff in flip flops. Any yes, my feet are bruised.
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BTW, do not assume that the place you are going will be wet. Even though we live in the hood, Don and I have to drive to get beer. That's why we call it Texas.
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It's crawfish season.
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My father is still in the hospital. He is bleeding into his leg. He had, we can only assume, a small aneurism in the thigh that burst when they tried to reinstate his coumadin the second time. They cannot see where this aneurism is on the CT scans. They can't do an MRI because of the metal heart valve. They can't operate because of the medicinally induced hemophilia. They can't take him off the blood thinners because his heart will clot. They have to give him transfusions because if the blood volume gets too low his heart will stop. The more transfusions they give him, the more blood goes into his leg and the worse he hurts.
There is no answer except waiting and waiting. I don't even really know what we are waiting for. So forgive me if I sound sarcastic, tired or whiney. I haven't slept all that well in days, my body hurts, my eyes hurt and I quite honestly do not know what to do.
Pray for us. Please.