Wet Wednesday

I skipped water aerobics this morning so I could take Mother to her podiatrist appointment. The appointment wasn't until 10 a.m., but the office asked her to be there early to fill out paperwork.



I'd been telling Mother that the doctor would probably only examine her today, and then set an appointment to have the procedure done. Her primary physician had told her the podiatrist would do only one toenail at a time. Well, we were both wrong. As soon as we arrived in the treatment room, the doctor came in and set to work.



He did the procedures sans pain killers, because he said to deaden her toes, he'd need to inject them, which would be more painful than the procedures. So Mother endured...if not quietly...because it was indeed painful to her tender toes. I was in the room, trying to distract her with light banter. I'm not sure it helped much, because she threatened to "get me" for lying to her. Once the deed was done, though, and her toes were medicated with antibiotic salve and wrapped in bandages, she felt much better and could walk without pain.



It was raining when we left for the appointment, and was still raining hard as we drove home. It started raining last night before we went to bed and is predicted to continue into tomorrow. While we've been getting generous downpours, it apparently rained in torrents in the southern part of the state earlier today, causing hydroplaning accidents on the highways and roadways.



After lunch, Mother and I decided to work on memory pages and gather materials for a scrapbook meeting tomorrow afternoon.

Later, Hubbie and I did our usual running...to the post office, to the worldwide discount chain store, and to a grocery store to pick up the items that the WDCS didn't have. Lately, we've noticed that the grocery part of that store has quit carrying some products that we've always found there in the past, and they are promoting some of their house brand groceries in lieu of favorite name brands. And, of course, prices are climbing overall. We've noticed, too, that there are many gaps on the shelves, as if the store is phasing out certain items, or is selling current stock so they can re-stock at a higher price.

Supper tonight was beef hash, made from the remainder of last Sunday's roast. We served this with Lima beans and butter beans (Limas, because Mother doesn't like butter beans) and sliced tomatoes.