Can you tell I am getting tired of the vast empty space that is the living room????
So- Take nice handwriting of the list of attributes. I have developed a tremble in my right hand. My writing of the checks today didn't resemble my former handwriting. Wasn't as nice. If I hold my hand out- it's steady as a rock. But holding a pen- not so much. I guess I AM getting old.
We still need confirmation emails etc but I think husband and I have appointments for our Vaccinations. Saturday. 10:10 and 10:20. We have a 45 minute drive but that's okay. I'm sure a vast storm will be in the forecast that day. Emails should arrive in next 24 hours they say. It's the hospital where we see our Pulmonary doctor.
I am reading Penny's A Brutal Telling. Not my favorite of the Gamache books. There isn't much plot and lots and lots of characters thrown in to make the story seem more interesting. Now I am noticing Beauvoir's wife in the story. Just references to her. I am wondering when he divorces her? As I said- I know his second wife.
I did not have to make the Daily Grilled Cheese Sandwich yesterday. That was interesting. Husband had one of the prepared dinners I get at the grocery store. Pasta with breaded chicken and marinara.
The cup I use to measure my oatmeal every single morning......is gone. Vanished. I have looked everywhere. It's like losing a part of me. I even checked the recycling. Empty. It's an old measure cup from 53 years ago when I got married. It's little handle fell off and it was battered but it fit inside the oatmeal box and I lifted it out each morning to measure my oats. Today I used a newer measuring cup with a handle- the morning just felt WRONG. I think I looked for it three times so far today. Now the oats have no cup inside the box. Sigh.
It's really the very small and tender things we miss the most
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I have a wooden massage tool (shaped like a door handle with wheels). I haven't been able to find it for months. I wonder if the grandson thought it was a car/toy and it ended up in his toys after they moved out. :(
To quote my mother, "It didn't grow legs and walk off". Unless someone is deliberately gaslighting you, it will turn up when you least expect it. I've started paying close attention to the "where" of the common things. Earbuds must go in their case on the windowsill. Keys MUST go in the end pockets of the purse. Tiny Ginghers MUST go in the tin box on top of the threads. I have always been a scatterbrain about tools. I can't take the aggravation caused by my own carelessness these days.
I spent over an hour yesterday looking for my keys. I carry a small zippered pouch with keys attached all the time, never use a purse. I had taken said pouch from it's assigned spot to my desk to put a credit card inside. Then later when I needed to go somewhere I could not find it. I looked all over, tried to retrace my steps, looked all sorts of places, garbage, cupboards, frig....did I say I'm getting ready to move so everything in my house is not in it's usual place.
After over an hour, I decided to look in the ONE purse I do have just in case my brain said to put the keys there so I would have them when I needed them and low and behold....talk about getting old....no tremor in my hand but apparently one in my brain!
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