The first time Laura took me into a supermarket in Frankfort on the eastern shore of Lake Michigan twenty years ago, I was amazed at the number and variety of jello salads and molds for sale in the deli department. A midwest thing, I guessed. Her mother told me yesterday that they are not so readily available these days. So she made her own jello salad with sliced peaches for our supper last night. Her 99 year old father finished off what was left in the bowl after we’d all taken our share.
We’d been worried about how Joe would do after his stay in the hospital and nursing facility. Well, this morning Joe got himself out of bed. And after breakfast he played Scrabble with me. He’s definitely doing better each day that he’s at home. Personally, I think the jello salad gave him an extra boost.