Gloomy Weather

Tuesday...back to Cardiac Rehab. For the first time, I really didn't feel like going this morning. When I arrived, others complained that they, too, were not in the mood to face a workout. We all decided that the weather...maybe barometric pressure from hurricane Gustav...was affecting us. Even so, we hit the treadmills, steppers, and stationary bikes, if not with as much enthusiasm as usual.



One of the men, a farmer, said he fervently hopes that we won't get the predicted rain this week, because it will affect his corn crop, which is within a few days of harvest. One of the women commented that her son gave his father a cap that says: "I inherited a million dollars, and I'm going to farm until I lose it all," which humorously states what a gamble farming can be.



While I was at Cardiac Rehab, Hubbie finished his project of cutting the irises back, and Mother started a pot of chicken stewing for soup tomorrow. Then she continued working on her jigsaw puzzle. I did this and that...nothing important.



Mother couldn't have anything to eat after midnight last night, and today she was on a diet of liquids, chicken broth, Jell-o, Popsicles, etc., until 3 p.m., when she began her cleansing prep. Her colonoscopy procedure is scheduled for 8 a.m. tomorrow morning. We need to be at the ambulatory surgery clinic at 7 a.m.



Around 2 p.m., Hubbie decided to clean the top of the camper, but he wasn't into the project very long before it started raining. I don't think our part of the state will get a lot of rain from Gustav, but we'll probably get enough to keep us indoors. I just hope no tornado threats crop up.

Granddaughter e-mailed today to say Great-Grandson, born last June, is smiling and rolling over now, but he still has colic, and he has developed a clogged tear duct (I wonder if that's caused by his crying so much?)

Shih Tzu was a pill all day. Despite being almost deaf and blind, she still knows when the weather is bad, and she hates bad weather. She whines, complains, follows us around, and asks to go outside frequently. She just won't rest, or let us rest.

She also doesn't like flies, and in this sticky, humid weather, a couple of them found their way into the house today. It's a mystery to me how she knows when there are flies in the house, but she's antsy until we kill them. She doesn't like mice, either, and even though the exterminator recently did his routine treatment, I saw one of the critters skitter down the hall between rooms a couple of nights ago. So anytime, Shih Tzu is in the hall, she sniffs the carpet, then sniffs the air and whines.

We'll need to get to bed early tonight, since I want to get up around 5 a.m. to be ready to take Mother for her procedure by 6:30.