Sunday dinner time

 Well I went through the pictures.  The majority were ones I sent her, some of Ron and I working together before the accident, some post accident ones of Ron and I at the beach.  But there were a few baby photos and some of my mother with me.  

She was very thin her whole life (eating disorder?) and looked troubled in all the photos.  I have already disclosed enough about my private details so no posting photos.  Too easy to figure out her maiden name with an image search.  Nope, nope, nope.  

My sister was right, though - there was a cat when I was a toddler.  She included a photo of me with the cat.  I can't figure out how to attach it.  It shows a chubby toddler Heather, no glasses (so probably under 18 months) sitting on the floor just happy as anything, next to a brown tabby cat eating out of a bowl.  

That's how it started!  

And while I was working my washer was making ghastly noises.  I opened the door to the laundry room and found the washer sideways in the enclosure, it had rattled that hard.  

Poor washer!  I apologized profusely.  When Ron was alive, nothing, and I mean nothing, freaked him out more than an out of balance washer.  He would emit bloodcurdling screams.  Good thing he's gone today.  

The clothes are clean so there's that, I got them in the dryer.  I needed the vest for this week.  

I need to figure out dinner.