Wednesday evening. I took the 11-year-old nephew Luke to Panda Express, since he likes orange chicken. And I taught him how to eat with chopsticks. This was a priceless meal.
Thursday morning. Samson woke me early, then we slept for another hour in the recliner in the family room at Pop’s house. I headed to Hy-Vee, bringing home fixings for slow-cooker chili and some wonderful banana pudding, and cornbread. All is now where it should be: the chili in the slow cooker, and the pudding in the fridge.
Thursday noon. The niece Anna and I will see a noon showing of Les Miz at the local 12-plex. Then I shall most likely go see Aunt Esther, unless I am cried out from the movie, in which case I will nap here at Pop’s house and see Aunt Esther tomorrow.
I really like doing for others. Cooking today, even as easy as it is, is a mitzvah, since I’m helping others. And taking the niece and nephews on separate trips to various things is both a mitzvah and a blessing for me.