Day 10: It's Christmas Eve! Lots of pots and pans clanging and banging in the kitchen as my mom prepares stuff to take tonight to my Cousin Debra's and stuff to serve for Christmas Luncheon tomorrow.
I'm taking a fruit bowl to my Aunt Doris' tomorrow e'en...plus a plate of grilled asparagus. They won't know what to make of grilled asparagus. There may be some noses upturned or out of joint at the mere sight of grilled asparagus, I expect. I hope they'll tolerate my grilled asparagus.

Day 9 saw me reneging on my Day 7 vow to not drive more than 10 miles in any direction for the remainder of my visit. I drove my mom (and myself) to Batesburg yesterday for a Walmart visit. It's a huge Walmart, for a podunk town the size of Batesburg, but it serves quite a few surrounding communities. The trip was about 40 miles, roundtrip. It went without a hitch...my braking (power brakes) was complimented at one point.
My Aunt Doris came over in the afternoon and we played a few rounds of SkiBo.
I have to tell you...it's "hot" for Christmas. The house is at a consistent 70 degrees even though the thermostat is on 60 degrees. Weather outside is very pleasant...coolish, but still in the 60s during the day. The house is brick and well-insulated, so heat doesn't escape.
I'm so tired of eating stuff. Can you imagine it? So much stuff. Of course, some of it has been my mother's fried chicken....and my mother can "fry" some chicken!!!
The day has gotten away from her for some reason...she's way behind the power curve in getting things done. She's usually up and at 'em at 7 a.m., but she didn't get up and get ready to make her appearance (this being her hair-washing day) until 9-ish. She went to bed late for her...10 p.m. is normally her bedtime, but she was wide awake and doing stuff on her computer when I went to bed at 10:30 p.m. I suspect she wrapped presents for a bit after that, too. At any rate, I believe she keeps thinking it's two hours earlier, and she's not used to having so much to do on a Saturday.
Lest you think I'm not lifting a finger, I have asked...and asked... and asked...if there is something I could do to help. "Stay out of my way" is her response.