Slopjar Minutia

I  can remember going to my Grandfather Cooper's house in Melbourne, Arkansas and since they did not have an inside bathroom, there was a slopjar under the bed to catch all drippings.  While this was fun the first night, it wasn't fun for long.  There was also a slopjar in the kitchen so Grandma Cooper could put all the garbage in it.  It smelled.  I took the lid off once.

 

But today that is what I am doing.  My bathroom is fine and so is my wastebasket but I am going through a pile of stuff that is sitting there --with many subjects and many avenues for follow-up.  I am trying to deal with:   Laura Bennett Smith and the Missouri Mansion invitations which need to go out today, book details  --Caroll Eggemeyer phone interview and Stephanie Skornia --email interview,   handing things over to Annie Finnegan from her mother's financial affairs, making arrangements for Mark as he will be here tomorrow, trying to make a perfect "Bloody mary" for a Bloody Mary bar for Thanksgiving, washing the dishes for Thanksgiving since dust can be blown off of them,  finding pictures to go in the book and making the list of SEMO's greatest fans!  Can anyone ask for different subjects!   But the slop jar is opened and I will take each subject down one at a time!

 

And I remembered to remember that little hut on the side of the hill and my wonderful, kind Grandpa who never raised his voice.  But all his sons did!  They were like my red-headed Grandma, Mary Edna Clem Cooper, who died before I was born!  My Grandma was his second wife, aka Miss Lillie.