Monday, July 05, 2021

Daily Notes- July 5th- Sunshine. Grass Cutting.


 Day late or right on Time?   Long ago and Far away- I used to do things like this.  Now, I don't.

Yesterday...two loads of wash- both had bedsheets included.  It was Time to rotate the mattress and when I do that- we get fresh sheets.  I also took the duvet off and put the quilt on the bed.  By 3 am I was freezing so I dumped the duvet on top and finally fell asleep.  My bones ache.

No newspaper as it's Monday.  No real news on tv.  So...why not drop books off at the library (it is closed but drop off return is always open) and then grocery shopping (found the Italian tiny diced tomato!!!).  I needed moisturizer.  I have coated myself with shower soap twice this week and didn't actually want to do it a third time.  The bottles look the same when One is Not Wearing GLASSES. Long drawn out sigh.....................now that bottle had a wide red X on it.

Husband will be cutting grass today.  He is really excited as he is bored to death right now.  And he can't get the new hearing aids to connect to the speaker system on the tv.  So tv watching is "no fun". He has "misplaced" the instructions.  They could actually be any where and no where. I will tape them under the little box ( that makes them work) next to the tv if we find the instructions.  That's the way I do things. Unless it's the instructions for the rice cooker.  Then all bets are off and I use the saucepan.

I am going to go out on a limb- after the grass cutting-- and mention the old hearing aids are possibly still connected to the tv.  So...two sets of them now- to find.  I am a Very Lucky Woman.  I should just wear a pocket on my hip- and have all his belongings stuffed into it.  Would be easier.  On me.  He'd forget to put them in the pocket.......   Saw three amazingly good looking young men in the grocery today.

Well, laundry- done.   Shopping- done.  Now it's time to settle into the couch and read.  I still have little to no interest in threading a needle and sewing.  None of the cloth is speaking to me.  Which is okay.

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