More about the kitchen

It never bothered him to be in the hospital

We were together most of the time, so much of our texting took place while Randy was in the hospital - he’d get pneumonia and have to stay in the hospital for a week. Generally speaking he didn’t mind - I would visit during the day and then text in the evening as I was watching television with no one to talk to. When he was gone I never cooked - I would order pizza from my two favorite places and eat the leftovers until he got home. And I wouldn’t clean the kitchen at all - knives and cutting boards would just pile up. You’d think I would just take a moment to wash the knife I’d used and put it back in the block to use the next time - but, nope. Randy teased me about it all the time.

Sometimes now I scroll through our texts - a blend of pain and pleasure. We were funny together and it’s good to remember that so not every memory is blotted out by the horror of those last days. Here’s a sample:

Me: I ordered pizza, of course, and now I realize I’m going to have to wash the cutting board. Which is sad because I just washed it this morning.

Randy: Oh my gosh. Why not throw it out and use the other large one?

Me: Because then you’d know.