Best sauce ever.

My target.

Met with son at the shooting range yesterday. I'm quite proud of this. I haven't fired a weapon in years and it is nice to see I still have  a steady hand. We are making plans to get together again and maybe go and shoot outside, less noise then on this indoor range. 

Next to us, was a man firing his rifle. I'd forgotten how the report can go right through you. I was jumping every time he fired it. As our time went on, the effect wore off, and it was what it was. 

Isn't that like life? When you first experience something new, it can be frightening, fearful, and may make me act cowardly in my actions. Yet the more I attempt the "thing", the easier it becomes and the fear is washed away simply by repetition.

Saturday

Saturday had all the markings of being a good day. Even before I went to get Sweetie up. I got a phone call from my youngest daughter in California. 

I had called her earlier in the week, and she couldn't talk, at work, but said she'd call me on Saturday morning. And she did. I'm working on building our relationship back up. I've missed hearing her voice. 

With some joy in my pocket, I went to get Sweetie up. She seemed happy until it was time to take the blankets off and get out of bed. Found that once she is up, she will stop fighting. As if she knows, the battle is lost. 

Cleaned and dressed, out for breakfast, lady #2 is about to arrive soon. Sweetie just isn't in the best of moods, grouchy would be the words I'd us to describe her. 

After breakfast, she went back to bed again. Just not sure of what is going on with her, so we just leave her alone. Make sure she is safe as possible, and that is enough.   

Met up with my son at the shooting range and we had a great "Man to Man" time. After we left, we headed next store for some lunch, then home to get Sweetie where we did our normal stuff. The mall for our walk about. Then back home. 

During our walk about, I could tell she was getting tired near the end. Using our newly found Waa Waa language, was able to encourage her to finish strong. 

I had decided to have our pasta dinner night. I made the best sauce ever. It started out the usual way, brown the meat, pour in a small can of tomato sauce, one can of water, stir and simmer. I felt it was too watery, so I let it simmer the water off. I was watching TV when I remembered the sauce. It was thick, brick red, but not burnt. 

The plan was to go to a meeting, come home finish the sauce cook pasta and have dinner. Sweetie wasn't having any part of leaving the house. Every time I tried to get her into the car, she wouldn't get in. Put her back into the house. The hot sauce pan was on the stove, and not wanting her to get curious about the pan and what was in it. Put it in the oven, out of sight, out of mind. 

Meeting and home to find her still in bed, good, but the covers were all missed up, one of the pillows was uncovered, and her top sheet was folded and on the table next to the bed. She was safe and that is all that mattered. 

Back to the sauce. Boiling up some water for the pasta, and cooking the pasta, I remembered watching an Italian cooking show and one of the tips on cooking the sauce was if the sauce is too thick, use pasta water to thin it. That is what I did. 

Drained the pasta, added it to this dark red, thick sauce and mixed. It not only covered the pasta, it stuck to it, like paint on a wall. 

Got Sweetie up for dinner, we sat and sang and ate. It was soooo good. Sweetie finished hers' and I got some more, it became a feast. I'd get some, and she wanted more, so I refilled her bowl, again and again until the pan was empty. 

Cleaned up, got out some chocolate moose for desert, and finished the day in our loving position. 

The morning was clear when I got in the car with Driver. Knowing that we were going to pick up Sweetie later, we were off. Having a good idea where we'd be off to, I was able to relax and just enjoy the music on the radio, and count the telephone poles as they went by. When we picked up Sweetie, she brought a different spirit with her. Clouds started rolling in and Driver told me not to worry about them, for He knew the way. He was able to skirt around the pending storm, and finished just where we needed to be. For after all, we've been here before, down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.