Thursday, August 08, 2019

Daily Notes- August 8


Another interesting pile of cloth.

August is a strange month.  I think I just lost a friend from 2005.  Fourteen years and she says so long in a email comment.  I just don't get it.  But then a friend reappears in a comment and I welcome her back.

I have never figured out interpersonal stuff.  I am really good at pissing people off.  Really good.  And I'm not even trying.  Perhaps it would help to have a real life conversation delete button???
Will I miss her?  We don't have much in common and seem to just irritate each other.  If I like the Music Theater show she didn't.  If I don't like it--best thing she ever saw.  It goes like that.  Perhaps I had already let her go?  I'll be okay.

G is watching August Football.  A Patriot is down with an injury.  G is worried.

G is having a big piece of the sour cream blueberry cake I made. And coffee.  He had the leftover food I made yesterday for his main meal.  Some prepackaged Orange Chicken I found in the freezer and some freshly steamed rice.  It was good yesterday.  I was happy there was some left for tonight.

I'm thinking of making dinner in small dishes.  Some for the freezer and some for the fridge.  Not a big pan to wade through for days and days.  I am reminded of making small muffin tin lasagnas for my daughter with won ton wrappers instead of noodles.  Cute and she could heat up one or three at a time.  Perhaps that's the solution to feeding a 72 year old man with a short attention span.  Little muffin sized servings.  Or little Corning Ware servings.  With snap on lids.  I see them at Goodwill all the time.  And on Monday I am cleaning out the freezer.  Checking expiration dates.  Tuesday morning is garbage pick up day.  I won't wait for a power outage.  And I might find some good to use stuff.

I managed to get my morning pages written today.  I felt better for having done it.  Clears out the debris.  We cancelled Netflix on Tuesday and today our daughter decided to use it for the first time in all these years.  Shaking my head.

Tomorrow I am going to play some music.  And sing along.  Might even dance.




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