Monday, Feb. 22

Slept til around 7:30 this morning, and then did a treadmill session and resistance exercises. After that, I found that the computer upstairs wouldn't boot correctly, so I had to reset it. And then, I decided I should burn my most recent photos to CD...but no, I couldn't make anything work. I spent an inordinate amount of time fooling with a couple of programs trying to make headway, without success.

I think the program that Nephew installed a couple of months ago for transferring audiobooks on tape to CDs, and which I have never been able to make work, even with explicit written instructions, is messing with my other programs. I might have to uninstall it to see if it clears up the problem. Frustrating.

I finally gave up around 11 a.m., and decided to call our scrapbook member who has lost so many family members to ask if she'd like for our Caring Hands coordinator to pick her up and take her to the next grief therapy meeting. This lady expressed a desire to attend a meeting somewhere, since she recognizes that she needs help working through her grief. She was not home when I called, of course.

So I called the lady's sister-in-law, another member of the club, to make sure the grieving lady was okay. She is, but this lady likes to talk, so I was on the phone with her until nearly noon.

I hurried downstairs to join Hubbie for a deli turkey sandwich lunch. Mother came over after that, and we listed the types of dry beans we'd need for making packages of 11 beans for soups. Then Hubbie and I ran errands...to a grocery store to get cottage cheese; to a dollar store for more lotions and other ingredients for making hand creams and scrubs, and a child's birthday card; and then to the WDCS for the beans.

Back home, I mixed the beans in a big plastic bag, and Mother and I loaded 33 quart-size freezer bags with one and a half cups of beans each (enough for a soup recipe).

After that, I went back to my computer for a while, and then called the grieving lady again and left a message. She called back soon after and said that yes, she'd like to attend grief therapy sessions. So I emailed the information to the Caring Hands coordinator, along with the new email address of another scrapbook member, whose computer has been down for a while. I also responded affirmatively to the coordinator's invitation to Mother and me to attend a greeting card making session on March 12. I sort of felt like a coordinator myself today.

Later, we had breakfast for supper...an egg/potato/cheese casserole, with peaches topped with cottage cheese, and toast.

Mother went home after supper, and Hubbie and I, inspired by (or maybe shamed by) Mother and Daughters-in-Law, who have been productively cleaning closets and drawers in their homes, weeded out two end table drawers in the den. It wasn't much, but it's a start. Maybe it'll encourage us to clean out other drawers, and maybe even closets, in the days to come.

Then we sat down to a movie..."Breaking and Entering," a 2007 R-rated film starring Jude Law. The product label says the movie is "A sexy and steamy story about a disparate group of Londoners connected by a string of burglaries and a passionate affair." An architect and his partner open an office in a seedy part of London. The office is burglarized a couple of times. One of the architects lives with a woman with an autistic child. He begins an affair with the mother of the youth who ransacks his office. The pretty cleaning woman is suspected of the crime, though. And there's a philosophical prostitute thrown into the mix for good measure.