Pile of Junk. On the Ottoman to the left of where I sit to watch TV and read. You can actually see my reading glasses left edge less than halfway up. And the tv remote. Everything else is JUNK I could actually move but....where???
I am becoming my Father. DNA proof that I belonged to him.
Only thing missing is a bag of chips....held closed with a clothespin.
My book yesterday and today is: Gigi, Listening by Chantel Guertin. A woman falls in love with the voice of a man reading a book on the radio.....travels to England in hopes of meeting him. I am more than half way in and she hasn't met him yet. She has met another guy. I skipped ahead.
I skip ahead when I start getting BORED. So..I now know what's what and there will be lots of yelling and tears....but will it be worth it?????? I am 50/50 on worth it... the book started out at one speed and now has slowed to a crawl....needed a better editor. I am now erasing the book suggestions: if you liked this book you will like etc. Nope. I won't.
The Gardener showed up yesterday and did a tremendous amount of work on two beds. Several wheelbarrow loads of weeds went out back. She suggested blue hydrangea along the front porch. I wanted that.....once upon a time. Climate change has made that a better possibility. Better probability of the plants staying alive.
I emptied my freezer into a garbage bag.... Son said everything was "too old to eat". We set the bag out for collection.... I have two boxes of microwavable breakfast pita sandwiches still in the freezer. One hunk of cheese. Some English Toasting Bread. Some frozen potato dumplings which I might cook/eat today. With butter fried onion. One package of chicken thighs (from when husband only ate chicken soup). We have leftover pizza in the fridge. I also emptied the produce bins. Son found the produce "questionable"....... We are not doing much cooking. I am doing even less eating.
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