Found on the Daily Walk yesterday. We went a bit later than usual as G needed a nap. So we waited for him. Riley was patient and took advantage of me- taking him out to walk the yard. I call it "checking the mailbox".
There is little to nothing in the mailbox - either here on the computer, the phone or the actual mailbox. It happens every so often- no communication with other living beings. I think then of even older people who, likewise, get no mail. I now know why my father was glad to bring a few advertisement flyers into the house from the mailbox and spend time looking at them. I mentioned that to my daughter and she began sending her grandfather a letter every week. I know she did because, when emptying his house after his death, I found two cardboard boxes filled with her letters to him. I sent him old cookbooks I would find at book sales. I found the cookbooks next to his chair, with post it notes stuck to the recipes he found interesting. He never had the habit of book reading.
I think that is why I began the Daily Notes. In case someone out there had no other way of getting a Daily Letter, even if it was just my Daily Letter.
I actually made myself a meal- a hot cooked meal- yesterday. I make sure G has hot meals but I had been neglecting myself. Eating a peanut butter sandwich, a banana or a yogurt. Yesterday I used one of the packages of frozen roasted cherry tomatoes to make cherry tomato pasta. I have enough for another two meals at least in the fridge. G is finishing up his chicken soup. The recipe makes 4 quarts. I believe he has one quart left. And then I will make his sausage ragu sauce and he'll eat that for a few days. I haven't started having Cream of Wheat for breakfast yet.
I often wondered why old people had such a lack of appetite. Now, I'm older and I understand. It's the eating alone that gets to you.
Riley is having a hard morning. Restless. Probably in pain. He's had all his pills.
I have procrastinated with the grapes and getting them into a pot to make juice. So, I will hit publish and then start picking the grapes off the bunches. Get moving. Like they say- just make one step forward. Then make another. Don't think further ahead than that. I wish someone had been there to say those words when I was deep into depression the last year of college. I wish someone had noticed.
2 comments:
Feeling sad - I was there but I didn't know you and so didn't notice. So close yet so far. I away. I worked at the library, may have even seen you there.
You mentioned eating alone and lack of appetite, I must be missing something,why aren't you preparing meals at the same time each day and eating with your husband?
Just asking, really none of my beeswax!: )
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