Days of Our Lives.
Sharon sent me pictures of all the hats, ear warmers, and
stuff she has made for her grands. IMPRESSIVE! She says it is a simple process.
Simple means different things to some folks. Just sayin’. Christmas presents
are much less expensive when one does the work and the stuff does not come from
some overpriced store.
Market Street’s young person in charge of getting groceries
out to customers managed to forget to bring my groceries out, so a phone call
reminded him. He got here around quarter to six, but we both survived. It has
just been a really tiring day. Started off by dropping a glass candle jar and
shattering glass all over heck and the kitchen. Swept, vacuumed, mopped, shook
out rugs, mopped living room—just in case—and then started making dog food to
last a week. Six pounds of meat—four chicken and two turkey, two cups of rice,
two cans of sweet potatoes, peas and carrots, green beans all mixed together
made enough stuff to last well into next week. Dear hearts, that was a LOT of
stirring. But at least they like the stuff and won’t be scratching and biting
themselves.
Went to see the doctor and spoke with his physician’s
assistant. She asked me if it was time for surgery. Yep. When all the other stuff
does not work, might as well do something that might stop this garbage. She
explained that he would not be doing anything with wire, bars, screws, or other
types of fishing lines or hooks. That sounded ok to me. So will see the doctor
on the 27th and figure out how quickly we can get this mess
finished. Jennifer’s anniversary is December 31, so it has to be before that.
Then hoping to get either Lance or one of the grands to come spend a couple of
days with me to take care of stuff that might mean lifting. Whatever happens,
it will be better than being bent over in pain. Have wondered—years ago before
this mess—why little ol’ ladies and men were walking bent over. Can absolutely
tell you why now.
Managed to boil my oatmeal over in the microwave this
morning on top of everything else. At least yours truly did not drop the plate
when taking it out to rinse it off. Whew! Just don’t need even one more thing
to happen.
Patty got her new mattress today. Asked her if she had put
the clean sheets on it yet. She had not even washed them yet! Then she told me
that she had an extra—brand new—dresser if Lance could not figure out how to
fix mine. Yes, that happened today as well. Broke the thing that keeps it
centered. Rolling eyes here. He said he would get some glue, but if that does
not work, we might just take all the shtuff out of Hanan’s dresser and move it
to my bedroom and move this one to his room. Keep my sheets and pillow cases in
this one, and that could be changed so that they are in the other room instead
of with my clothes. Don’t really have that much in this dresser, but such stuff
as is in there could be shuffled around.
Jennifer told me a few minutes ago that Reece is bringing
Molly up on Friday to meet me. That just about thrills me to pieces. Love all
of my grands, but he has a special place in my heart. He has a warped sense of
humor and makes me laugh. Reminds me of someone. Well, his Paw Paw was like
that, too. Will have to tell him that all birds are not sparrows. Think they
are all tanagers! Will have to explain that one to him, no doubt. This calendar
that Michelle Malay gave me lists all these beautiful birds as tanagers except
for water birds, storks, cardinals, jays, and the hunters (hawks, owls, eagles,
etc.). Anyway, Molly will get to see my house as messy as it is. Will ask
Michelle tomorrow when she comes up if she thinks it is too messy. But kinda
know how she feels about housekeeping. She has SIX dogs to my two! But she does
not have fourteen hens!
Honestly don’t know much more about which to complain.
Sitting here listening to the music from this thing that Carla Beard sent me
from Jacquie Lawson. It is one of those things you open each day until Christmas—only
it is electronic with videos for each day. Kinda neat idea with puzzles and
things. London never looked this good without any dirty streets!
It’s only seven thirty, but it might as well be midnight
for how my old body feels. Need a good night’s rest. And maybe tomorrow won’t
be quite as wacky as this day has been!
Let’s be thankful that God gives us rest—both now and
later. May you find joy in life. You are loved.
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