Insomnia

Watched Margin call last night. Ok movie. Kevin spacey was good. Fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night. The only thing on was pimp my ride... Soooo that is what I watched. Dude. Now I am sipping on coffee contemplating my day. I really need to go to the grocery store. I really don't want to. My legs are on fire when I walk. Maybe I will use the scooter but I hate that shit. I wish Leslie was here so she could just push me around in the wheelchair. We could do whole foods in 10 minutes. It will be fine. I talked to Guy yesterday, it has been one year since his Mom died. So I have to write one for Ginny,his Mom. I loved her. Ginny was a tough Little cookie. The first time I met her, Guy sent me over there and I was priming the new French doors in the den. Cutting all the mullions inside and out took quite a while, and the entire time I was painting Ginny was frying bacon. The smell was torture. Finally I went in the kitchen to take a little break and get a glass of water and there were 6 cookie sheets Full of bacon. Holy crap. That was when she explained that she and Bessie made food everyday for the dialysis patients at Grady. Every day. Out of their own pocket. See the Tuttles are givers. Dr. Tuttle was a kidney doctor and treated people, alot of times for free. Ginny fed people, dialysis patients, homeless people etc. Many days I would stop by and there would be mountains of sandwiches or huge bowls of chicken salad on the island.
I miss sitting with Ginny and Bessie in the kitchen. Usually the tv was on, and something yummy was being made. Soup....yum. Her chicken salad was the best ever amen. The little cheese cookies, I would die for one. Anyways Ginny passed right before Christmas last year and I know this is a sad time for the Tuttles. You guys had a very special Mom. I love you Ginny....Merry Christmas. Peace out.