I was sitting in the Comic's kitchen when she was getting a Milk Bone Dog biscuit for one of the dogs. It sparked a memory that I had as a kid. "Hey I use to eat those when I was kid. The removed the spots I use to have on my teeth." The Comic's face was a Kodak moment. She was hoping I was joking, but I wasn't. She's always okay with going down memory lane with me, but it never makes her happy. The dog bone story was boundary pushing and she didn't really want to hear about it. I have no idea how I started eating them. I do remember we had a friend of the family with 2 dogs, "Ginger" and "Snap". I would get 2 for them and I would eat one and give the other to one of them. We had random dogs in the house, but I don't remember eating them there. Oh well. While I do classify this as a good memory I wouldn't feed them to my son.
The Comic had a good point this morning when I was talking about my funk. I knew that it was a healthy thing to go through, but I don't want to. I just want to have my way which is a big control issue I've had most of my life. She stated that the battle was still going on with my Mom since she was still controlling me through grief. It made sense to me and helped me to relax. I'm trying to accept that I'm going to need to ride the waves for a while. Do what I can when I'm up and just coast when I'm down.
Tonight the Comic is staying at my place and I'll cook dinner for us. We are eating out too much for my wallet. I have to admit we don't spend a lot, but it's a lot more than I'm use to paying just by myself.