An Attempt for Normality.

 An Attempt for Normality.

 

Getting things done has always been just a matter of choosing the time and place and the way those things needed to be done, but apparently the normal manner of getting things done does not necessarily work all that well after surgery. At least, the fatigue that comes of attempting to do three or more chores did not work all that well this morning. The first task meant a trip to see Dr. Blackwell so that she could debride the place that is not healing on my back. The right side might not be beautiful, but it is totally healed up. She attempted to close the gap in the bottom part of the wound on my left, but it came undone during the morning while yours truly was trying on clothes. Connie had gone with me to have “brunch” at Market Street. Then we went to a place called Legacy to see what they had that suited the type of birthday party to which Jenn will be taking me. After finding a nice pair of decent black, swoopy slacks and an interesting black top with red embroidered epaulets, we went back to Market Street so that both of us could get our groceries for the week ahead. Let me tell you, Dear Hearts, this ol’ gal got about half way through the store and just gave out. Dropped Connie off and came home to unload the truck. By the time that was finished, a pain pill was definitely appropriate for the situation. Dang!

 

While at Market Street, a young clerk told me that they are not able to get Horizon milk except for about every other week or so. Had to purchase a different brand and hope to be able to use it up before it goes out of date. Then the man who bagged Connie’s groceries just walked out of the store without her. Not sure what was on his mind, but obviously he was not paying attention to the customer! We were about to go find a manager when the little man came back inside looking for her. Now that was pretty strange. Connie had helped me out by walking back to the lunch counter and getting some fried fish for me to take home for supper. Talk about good fish! It may just be catfish, but it is so much better than that stupid fried cornmeal that some restaurants claim is fried fish. Anyway, that was a good din-upper.

 

Jerry’s house got electricity put in it today. Kinda looking forward to seeing the place lit up. Miss Jerry, but know the place was never going to get repaired, much less changed up as much as it has now. Praying for good neighbors.

 

Heard from Cindy last night. She has to wait until toward the end of the week to see if the infection in her left hand has cleared up. At least they have told her that they got all the cancer! Praise God for that! Sitting here hoping that the rest of the family are doing well.

 

Have the AC on here in the living room. Some folks would not have any trouble at all with this 88 degrees, but it is just a bit much for me right now. Tried lying down to get comfortable earlier, but nothing quite feels ok. Between sitting down outside to pull a few pieces of grass out of the walkway and what little activities this place involves otherwise, my back and shoulder muscles were letting me know my age. Maybe eventually everything will get back to normal so my griping can be more amusing. Or not. Patty tells me that if she had had even one more day of that stupid wind with 11.7 pollen count, she would have ended up in the hospital. She could not even take three steps before she was gasping. Some of us have NO reason to gripe compared to her situation!

 

The weather forecast is not wonderful, but it is pretty typical—tornadoes, high winds, large hail, and whatever else Mother Nature can throw at us for the next week or so. And it looks like my brother’s place is right in line for the bad stuff—along with all the folks in the states along something called a “dry line.” Not exactly sure what that means, but apparently what is on one side gets the crud beat out of it when the line moves into a low, wet mass. Sitting here shaking my head. Glad someone else understands this stuff. All we were able to do when we were young is look at the horizon and feel the pressures in the atmosphere. Not much has really changed except for the radar.

 

It feels like we are in for another dry year. The lake has not risen even though it is beautiful when the winds are still. It reflects all the trees, houses, and green stuff around the edges. Watching the ducks and geese go over my back yard is always a bit of fun, but if we don’t get more rain, that lake will dry up in a hurry. It is just so very shallow. Still remember being able to walk across it some years ago! Guess we need to ask God for rain now before the summer gets here.

 

Have been reading a book about a widow who goes to France to claim a house that her husband owned. The house and the entire village were a mess, and then she is accused of killing the squatter who had been living in the house. She finally makes a couple of “friends” who help her out, but it is difficult to imagine the differences, not only in language, but in laws and attitudes. Even at this point the people were still resenting situations caused by WWII. And they were all out to grab any and everything that they could get from anyone silly enough to trust them. Guess that could happen in any country, but there is enough of the French language to make me wonder how in the world she could even try to get the house cleaned up. Without a couple of helpers, she had no chance at all. High school French—even some college French—left me years ago.

 

Saw four or five cement trucks dumping cement over on the State grounds today. Not sure exactly how the thing will look after it is finished, but you can bet it won’t be cracking open and falling apart any time soon unless we have one very strong earthquake!

 

Will remind you that we are very blessed to live so calmly in this country. Nothing or no where is perfect, but we are not usually dodging bullets or hiding from idiots who want to conquer the country. They asked for donations for the Ukraine today at Market Street. It made me want to ask how they planned to help them, but it seemed tacky to ask, so giving a dollar did not really seem like much “help” to anyone. Just wish it was possible to do something to actually make a difference. SO, with that thought, let us pray for those people and the livestock, pets, fields, and equipment that are being lost or destroyed. God can make a difference even when we have no other way to help them.

 

Rest well, my friends, and know this with certainty: you are loved.