Tuesday, Sept. 4

Up around 8 a.m. this morning, and did stair stepping, resistance bands, and weights exercises after breakfast. While I exercised, Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house.

Funny: after exercising, I sat on the couch and cooled down by vigorously fanning myself with a handheld fan.

"Would you like a fly swatter?" Hubbie asked.

Fly swatter? Why would I need a fly swatter? Was this one of Hubbie's lame jokes, (the punch line of which eluded me) that involved exchanging the fan for a fly swatter?

Then it dawned on me. Hubbie had actually asked: "Would you like a glass of water?"

Once I was ready for the day, Hubbie and I went through the house doing some sprucing, because we expected the termite inspector sometime this afternoon to do his annual check of the house.

Later, after a sandwich lunch (Ramen Noodle for Mother), Mother headed to the couch for a nap, while Hubbie and I waited for the termite guy to arrive. He was to be here sometime between noon and 2 p.m. Naturally, it was right at 2 p.m. when he arrived.

Apparently, he'd driven up and down the road several times looking for our address on the side of the mailbox or on our house. He finally discovered it was attached to the mailbox post. These county-issued blue metal attachments with large, bright white, numbers are easy to see, but since he was from another town about an hour away, he wasn't used to looking for them. He admitted, though, that the signs are much easier to see than numbers attached to the sides of mailboxes.

His delay in arriving delayed our being able to run errands, and we had a lot of ground to cover today. We didn't have time to do all that was on our list, so we settled for going to the library to select four more movies; to the newspaper office to drop off this week's word search puzzle contest; to the bank; to a pharmacy store in hopes of picking up two jars of popcorn (which they no longer carry, drat it); to an auto dealer to check on a recall letter we received (seems this work has already been done on the van); and to the WDCS for a few items.

Funny: on our way home from running errands, Hubbie accidentally hit the button that activates the caution lights, which no doubt confused folks following behind us. We were on the same stretch of road where Hubbie was stopped for speeding the other day.

"This road's a hazard for you, isn't it?" I laughed.

"I think I'm the hazard," he joked in reply.

Mother, who had slept through the termite inspector's visit, got up shortly after we got home from running errands, around 3:30 p.m. She busied herself putting leftovers in foil partitions in a baking pan, and then relaxed until suppertime, around 5 p.m.

Accompanied Mother home after supper, and then Hubbie and I watched TV, as usual, including a subtitled movie called, "Outside the Law." After WWII, young Algerians organize a resistance against France, in a struggle to gain independence for their country.