Another basically wasted day for me. Still feel wiped out. I'm getting very tired of being tired. We have plans for the weekend, and I'd like to be energetic enough to shop, and then attend a lunch at Hubbie's niece's house.
It was a beautiful day, though, if a bit hot. This afternoon, Mother and I toured the yard, where there are lots of flowers blooming, including three beds of irises, three posts with clematis climbing on them, roses, and a variety of other blooming plants. After this weekend, maybe I'll feel like going out and doing snapshots of everything.
Being out in the sunshine reminded me of my youth, when friends and I spent all day outdoors (unlike many kids today), inventing our own adventures. We made mustard sandwiches...nothing but mustard spread on slices of bread, which sounds dreadful now, but which we thought tasted wonderful...and went on picnics along the banks of an irrigation ditch. We pretended that the water-filled ditch was a mighty river.
We strung a blanket over a line, borrowed our mother's clothes, and put on plays. One time, we dug a big hole (at least it seemed big at the time) in our backyard, filled it water and tried to charge other neighborhood kids a penny each to wade in it. It was a failed venture.
So I got the bright idea to cover it with a blanket and camp in the hole overnight. I snuck out of the house after I thought everyone was asleep, but I was caught in the act. Next day, I was commanded to fill the hole and never try a stunt like that again. I never tried it again.
Another time, my friends and I decided to play pirates, which naturally required that we hide a treasure chest. One of dad's cigar boxes and a handful of Mother's costume jewelry fit the bill nicely. Off we went to hide the "chest" in a haystack in the barn.
We soon tired of the game, though, and went on to other pursuits. I forgot all about the cigar box and costume jewelry. The next day, farmhands pitched the hay, including the cigar box, onto a trailer and hauled it away. We never saw the box or the jewelry again. Mother was less than happy. Thank goodness, nothing that was lost was priceless.
Oh, the memories, though, of long hot summer days!
Did nothing of consequence the rest of the afternoon, followed by leftover lasagna for supper, and the usual TV viewing for the evening.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Wednesday, May 5
Happy Cinco De Mayo, a celebration of Mexican-American culture.
I'm definitely on the mend today...was even energetic enough to take Mother shopping...to the greeting card shop, and to the WDCS.
When we got back home around lunchtime, I received a nice surprise in the mail. The Caring Hands Hospice coordinator had sent me a card with a $10 certificate enclosed from a local barbecue restaurant. Seems I won it in a drawing. The drawing was one of two that were part of the packet of discount and free-gift coupons that the coordinator had sent to volunteers a couple of weeks ago. Coupons were included in the packet that said our names had been added to the drawings.
I'm glad to get the certificate. It'll come in handy next week for buying a meal when we don't feel up to cooking.
Except for ironing a few clothes, I still didn't accomplish a lot today. Apparently, it takes a long time to completely recover from that particularly nasty bug. I'd wonder why it has lingered with me, if I hadn't heard from other family members of their slow recovery.
Supper tonight was steamed veggies and leftover macaroni and cheese. Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I watched TV.
Tonight's fare was, "Nicholas Nickleby," a PG movie based, of course, on the Charles Dickens book. Nicholas's father dies, leaving the family destitute. He, his mother, and sister appeal to a wealthy uncle for help. The uncle places him as a teacher in a school for boys, run by a cruel man and his wife. He runs into problems and is forced, along with a loyal friend, to escape. The two embark on an adventurous journey at the end of which Nicholas finds he must save his family from his greedy uncle.
I'm definitely on the mend today...was even energetic enough to take Mother shopping...to the greeting card shop, and to the WDCS.
When we got back home around lunchtime, I received a nice surprise in the mail. The Caring Hands Hospice coordinator had sent me a card with a $10 certificate enclosed from a local barbecue restaurant. Seems I won it in a drawing. The drawing was one of two that were part of the packet of discount and free-gift coupons that the coordinator had sent to volunteers a couple of weeks ago. Coupons were included in the packet that said our names had been added to the drawings.
I'm glad to get the certificate. It'll come in handy next week for buying a meal when we don't feel up to cooking.
Except for ironing a few clothes, I still didn't accomplish a lot today. Apparently, it takes a long time to completely recover from that particularly nasty bug. I'd wonder why it has lingered with me, if I hadn't heard from other family members of their slow recovery.
Supper tonight was steamed veggies and leftover macaroni and cheese. Mother went home afterward, and Hubbie and I watched TV.
Tonight's fare was, "Nicholas Nickleby," a PG movie based, of course, on the Charles Dickens book. Nicholas's father dies, leaving the family destitute. He, his mother, and sister appeal to a wealthy uncle for help. The uncle places him as a teacher in a school for boys, run by a cruel man and his wife. He runs into problems and is forced, along with a loyal friend, to escape. The two embark on an adventurous journey at the end of which Nicholas finds he must save his family from his greedy uncle.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Tuesday, May 4
Today is the anniversary of my dad's birthday.
I woke early this morning, around 4:30, and then tossed and turned for an hour and a half before going back to sleep. I just couldn't get comfortable, because I had a tummy ache. Hubbie was up at his usual 7:30 hour, so I got up, too.
I just didn't feel completely well, yet, and was in no mood for cold cereal. So Hubbie fixed me a couple of poached eggs and toast. That was all I ate for the rest of the day until suppertime, when my appetite returned, and I was able to enjoy a helping of lasagna that Mother made for supper.
Tonight, I'm feeling much better. Hopefully, I'll be back on track tomorrow.
It seemed like a wasted day, though, just lounging around. Once in a while, I'd get up and do something, like put clothes in the washing machine. But in just a few minutes, I'd go back to the couch again.
So I spent most of the day in front of TV. Pretty boring.
A few days ago, I got an e-mail from one of the community theater board members asking me to act as an usher for an upcoming play. I agreed that Hubbie and I would do it on opening night a week from this Thursday.
Then later, she e-mailed again to say the director of the play would want the ushers to stay in the lobby for the two-hour duration of the play, instead of attending the performance, as we are accustomed to doing. She said if any of the ushers wanted to change our minds about volunteering, she would understand. I responded that Hubbie and I would not be wanting to sit on hard, backless, benches in the lobby for two hours, so we would not usher.
Yesterday, she e-mailed once again to say the director had re-thought her plan, and that ushers could attend the play after all. So would I consider volunteering again. I agreed.
We spent our evening in our usual way...watching more TV, including an episode of "Castle," one of our favorite shows, and "Dancing with the Stars," another favorite.
Interesting: yesterday, a census taker stopped by and talked for a long time with Hubbie out in the driveway. We sent back our census form as soon as we got it, but our neighbor across the street apparently did not, and he refused to talk to the census taker. So the census taker was collecting as much information on the guy as possible from his neighbors.
Our knowledge of him is very limited...we know his first name, for instance, but not his surname. We've seen youngsters over there (boys), whom we assume are his sons, but no wife. And Hubbie guessed at his age, which I believe he overestimated. So the information Hubbie provided will make for a skewed result, unless the census taker is able to get more accurate information from others. Data collected is used to allocate Congressional seats, electoral votes, and government program funding, so I guess it's desirable to get as much information as possible, even if some of it is flawed.
I woke early this morning, around 4:30, and then tossed and turned for an hour and a half before going back to sleep. I just couldn't get comfortable, because I had a tummy ache. Hubbie was up at his usual 7:30 hour, so I got up, too.
I just didn't feel completely well, yet, and was in no mood for cold cereal. So Hubbie fixed me a couple of poached eggs and toast. That was all I ate for the rest of the day until suppertime, when my appetite returned, and I was able to enjoy a helping of lasagna that Mother made for supper.
Tonight, I'm feeling much better. Hopefully, I'll be back on track tomorrow.
It seemed like a wasted day, though, just lounging around. Once in a while, I'd get up and do something, like put clothes in the washing machine. But in just a few minutes, I'd go back to the couch again.
So I spent most of the day in front of TV. Pretty boring.
A few days ago, I got an e-mail from one of the community theater board members asking me to act as an usher for an upcoming play. I agreed that Hubbie and I would do it on opening night a week from this Thursday.
Then later, she e-mailed again to say the director of the play would want the ushers to stay in the lobby for the two-hour duration of the play, instead of attending the performance, as we are accustomed to doing. She said if any of the ushers wanted to change our minds about volunteering, she would understand. I responded that Hubbie and I would not be wanting to sit on hard, backless, benches in the lobby for two hours, so we would not usher.
Yesterday, she e-mailed once again to say the director had re-thought her plan, and that ushers could attend the play after all. So would I consider volunteering again. I agreed.
We spent our evening in our usual way...watching more TV, including an episode of "Castle," one of our favorite shows, and "Dancing with the Stars," another favorite.
Interesting: yesterday, a census taker stopped by and talked for a long time with Hubbie out in the driveway. We sent back our census form as soon as we got it, but our neighbor across the street apparently did not, and he refused to talk to the census taker. So the census taker was collecting as much information on the guy as possible from his neighbors.
Our knowledge of him is very limited...we know his first name, for instance, but not his surname. We've seen youngsters over there (boys), whom we assume are his sons, but no wife. And Hubbie guessed at his age, which I believe he overestimated. So the information Hubbie provided will make for a skewed result, unless the census taker is able to get more accurate information from others. Data collected is used to allocate Congressional seats, electoral votes, and government program funding, so I guess it's desirable to get as much information as possible, even if some of it is flawed.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Monday, May 3
I mentioned in my Saturday post that I didn't feel like doing anything the rest of the day after we got home from a Habitat for Humanity yard sale. I felt like I weighed a ton, and it was difficult putting one foot in front of the other. I attributed it to the barometric pressure, since thunderstorms and possible tornadoes were predicted.
By 6 p.m., though, I began feeling chilled and had creepy-crawly skin. I simply couldn't get warm, no matter how many clothes I put on, or how many layers of afghans I wrapped myself in.
Before long, I had a raging fever, obviously the result of a bug. Spent a miserable Saturday night and all day Sunday being sick. This was a particularly nasty bug that weakened me to the point I was woozy and wobbly when I tried to walk to the bathroom. Fortunately, though, I didn't suffer an upset stomach or diarrhea.
Today, I'm feeling much better, though drained of energy. Several family members, including some of the very young ones, have suffered this bug, but I fervently hope that Mother doesn't get it. Of course, I don't want Hubbie to get it, either, but he'd be better able to tolerate it than Mother.
Wouldn't you know, this is the last week of water aerobics before the college dismisses for summer break, and I won't be able to attend. Even if I feel much better by Wednesday, I don't want to risk a relapse by getting in that cold pool.
Spent the evening watching TV, including "Dancing with the Stars."
By 6 p.m., though, I began feeling chilled and had creepy-crawly skin. I simply couldn't get warm, no matter how many clothes I put on, or how many layers of afghans I wrapped myself in.
Before long, I had a raging fever, obviously the result of a bug. Spent a miserable Saturday night and all day Sunday being sick. This was a particularly nasty bug that weakened me to the point I was woozy and wobbly when I tried to walk to the bathroom. Fortunately, though, I didn't suffer an upset stomach or diarrhea.
Today, I'm feeling much better, though drained of energy. Several family members, including some of the very young ones, have suffered this bug, but I fervently hope that Mother doesn't get it. Of course, I don't want Hubbie to get it, either, but he'd be better able to tolerate it than Mother.
Wouldn't you know, this is the last week of water aerobics before the college dismisses for summer break, and I won't be able to attend. Even if I feel much better by Wednesday, I don't want to risk a relapse by getting in that cold pool.
Spent the evening watching TV, including "Dancing with the Stars."
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