Live Food in the Mail

 OK – so I felt like shit all week. Thanks to everyone who wrote me, both here and in email – I appreciate all your kind thoughts and well wishes and I’ll answer you all soon enough – I have about 200 emails I am behind on, so I am getting to you. Just slower than usual.

No word on Zombie lady. I’ve been continuing to call the police department, they’ve been continuing to say “We know you are concerned – nothing we can do.” I’m still hoping that they give her son my phone number and that he calls me. I can understand his indifference if this is something she does quite regularly – takes off with no firm destination and no contact with anyone – but to me there’s a huge difference between taking off when you have a pocket full of ready money and credit cards and resources and taking off when you have no access to any kind of money at all. And I’m quite convinced that he has no idea she has no money available to her. And I don’t know if that would change his level of “give a shit:.” But I really feel that he should have all the pertinent information before he decides to write it off as “Mom went wandering again.”

But when it comes right down to it – if she is somewhere safe and warm and if she has access to food and electricity, well, she can’t be much worse off than she would be here, with no heat or water or lights. And I just know that her pipes here have to be frozen damned solid. I’ve been trying to talk Paul into going over there and checking her pipes in the basement. But it’s hard to convince Paul to enter the premises without her permission, even though I keep telling him “But she told me to keep an eye on the place, and I told her I would!” Paul just says “Well then YOU go check her basement.” But he won’t go in. Fucking Mr. “I’m too good to break the law” Paul. What the fuck ever.

So, that’s all the news on Zombie lady – the news is, there’s no news.

But there is OTHER news. Like today I got in the mail a cooler – yes, a cooler. Full of tamales. I think this was the first time in my life that I ever got live food in the mail. And the tamales were even frozen. With little ice packs all around them in the cooler. It was the neatest thing in the world. One of the readers of the blog from Texas sent them to me. Incredible.

Paul insisted that we have some for supper tonight, so I cooked the beef and pork ones – Paul pronounced them the best tamales he’s ever had. And they were good. I ate a couple myself. Although the cooler is still the thing that blows my mind the most. Unreal.

In other, other news, I finally got the body done on the bunny sweater. I’ve started the sleeves.

All I’ve really been doing is sitting in front of the TV all bundled up, feeling like shit, watching Lost and knitting. The problem is I keep just nodding off, so I don’t actually watch Lost and I don’t actually get much knitting done. But I finally managed to finish the body of the sweater. And I got through the first disc of Lost. Only 7 to go.

And about 200 emails….