Wednesday, August 11

Up around 7 a.m., and did a treadmill session and resistance exercises after breakfast. Once I was ready for the day, I washed a couple of loads of clothes.

Mother was already here when I came downstairs...Hubbie had accompanied her to our house. We spent quite a bit of time in the kitchen today. Mother boiled eggs for egg salad and tuna salad for an upcoming trip. Then she sauteed onions, bell peppers, and mushrooms to use on bagel pizzas later.

Hubbie and I prepared fruits for the freezer. Some of the grapes and peaches we bought while we were at the grape festival were getting overripe, so we bagged two gallons of grapes and two quarts of peaches to freeze. We'll make juice from the grapes later, from which we'll eventually make jelly.

From a few of the peaches that needed to be used, I made a cobbler for supper. This was at the request of Mother, who had a hankering for the pie. I'm perfectly willing to fix whatever food seems appealing to her. Peaches are her favorite fruit.

For a change today, we didn't run errands. Hubbie, though, did visit a chiropractor, because he's been suffering from a pulled muscle in his back. This was his second appointment. He also went on Monday.

Later, Mother scrubbed and baked potatoes to have with the bagel pizza for supper, and I put together the pizzas. Mother ate half a pizza and half a potato before deciding she was full. Hubbie and I indulged in the cobbler with ice cream, but Mother took her helping home for a snack later.

As usual, Hubbie helped clean the kitchen after supper. In so doing, he dropped a glass while trying to put it in a cupboard, shattering it everywhere. It was an old glass of no consequence, but as he cleaned it up, I told him to use a wet paper towel to gather tiny shards. When I got back from accompanying Mother to her house, though, I noticed he was using a dishcloth to pick up the glass. He planned to wash and use the cloth again, but I insisted he throw it away, because tiny pieces of glass can stubbornly cling to cloth, and I didn't want them to find their way into our food. He didn't see the reasoning, but I researched online about how to clean up shattered glass, and when he saw the advice is to use a wet paper towel, he decided I was right.

Later, we watched TV, including a movie called "Black Point," a 2002, R-rated film, starring David Caruso. Two years previously, a man's small daughter goes missing while he is shopping with her at a mall. His wife blames him and eventually divorces him. He becomes obsessed with finding the girl. Currently, in Alaska, he meets a woman who is being abused by her husband, and he has a one night stand with her while the husband is away. Stolen money, double-crossing, and a trail of dead bodies are parts of the plot of this suspense movie.

News topics of the day:

1. The proposed sales tax did not pass, so we will not be looking forward to a community center and sports complex anytime soon. It failed by a mere 101 votes.

2. While talking to the arts council director this morning, she said there had been a bad accident on the road that winds up a mountain out of our town. We turned on the radio and learned that it was a tractor-trailer hauling a load of crushed cars. The load had shifted, and the whole thing tipped over on its side, scattering the crushed cars and holding up morning traffic.

3. A Texas pedophile, on the run from authorities, was captured today in our town, just down the road from our house, near the college. Funny: yesterday, while Mother and I were at the beauty shop, a woman came in asking if the hairdressers had locked the back door, because there was a fugitive on the loose. One of the hairdressers asked if it was the pedophile they'd been hearing about. The woman said 'yes.' Looking around at a shop full of very mature women, the hairdresser said, "Well, then. I don't think we have to worry."