Winter Notes- Thursday, February First. I had to check what year it is........

 I know that line up top worries some of you--it worries me as well.  I had to check the newspaper to see what YEAR it is.  My January Desk Calendar needed a few (a lot) of spaces filled before I could drag out the February one.....I decided I would list books I read on the lines on the bottom....where I guess a person would be writing things.....a person who is not me. A person who has things to do.

I could always run for President... I'm over seventy. Forgetful.

Cornbread as been something I have wanted to bake........well, I guess for three years.  

I thought about my husband's dementia and I think three years.....I read something in the newspaper this morning about dementia...that a person could be unable to read but could still drive a car......that it's like missing puzzle pieces and you can still identify the image of the puzzle.  Like the Cornbread image.

I am struggling.......I feel unemployed as I am no longer on 24/7 duty.

My intention for today is to drag out the hose for the central vac system.... floors are dusty.  It's a bit of a HAUL doing this as the hose tends to get twisted up etc...so it will be a real workout and I might have to take rest breaks. (definitely rest breaks)

Today is February first and I was going to have a Reading Project....Jane Austen I think...but I am NOT up for it. A Great Idea for another February I think.  I did no forward planning.

I do hardly ANY planning.. The Weekly Grocery Shopping always takes me by Surprise. And I have to scribble something on the list.  Hot Dogs last week.  And I made soup.

My Son came in from the mailbox by the road to say "I expect to find new to me things in the mailbox- yours-..but today I was surprised to find a bottle of mouth wash"   I smiled.....I said Peggy knew I needed mouthwash in October and then with Hospice didn't want to bring it over....so she wrote me an email a few days ago to ask if I still wanted it....I said yes....  she also tucks all her catalogs into the mail box because she knows I like to look at them.....when she travels, I collect her mail and packages....water her plants.  Neighbor Stuff.  My husband used to walk her dog.  They both cried when the dog died.

I still have my cough....but no, absolutely no...congestion in my chest.  No fever.  No headache.  Nothing but a cough and clear see thru phlegm.  It might just be House Air....the house being closed up with the heat on.... dust because I haven't vacuumed........sigh.  Three years.  I have neglected the house and myself for possibly three years.....no wonder I am feeling so empty.