Slept late again, until around 8 a.m. Walked on the treadmill after breakfast. Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house around 10 a.m., and then he ran errands, including to a laundromat to wash area rugs and Mother's bath mat that got soaked when the potty overflowed while Sis was here last week.
While he was gone, I noticed that the potty in our downstairs bathroom flushed very slowly, and so I mentioned it to Hubbie when he returned home. He admitted that this toilet had run over a few days ago, but he failed to mention it to me at the time...probably because he knew I'd insist we call a plumber, which is exactly what I did today.
Weather forcasters predict a possible two inches of rain for our area of the state over the weekend, and that kind of a soaking can cause real problems with the plumbing. So Hubbie called the plumbing business, and a lady there said she would give a plumber a work order, and hope that he could get around to it sometime today, but she couldn't promise anything. If he couldn't stop by today, it would be Monday before he could come.
Not an hour later, he came by. He told Hubbie that a plumbing problem of a young unmarried man who lives alone was actually next on his list, but since he knew that older ladies live at our house, he made our problem his priority. Chivalry is not dead.
We didn't accomplish much else before noon. Lunch was varied, as usual...leftover macaroni and cheese, with cold chicken, for Mother, the remainder of the meal from the Japanese restaurant for Hubbie, and a fried egg sandwich, with a side of cottage cheese for me.
After lunch, Hubbie went out to work in the yard, Mother resumed her jigsaw puzzle, and I went to the public library and to the libary at the college down the road to check out movies. I got three at the public library, and three at the college. We can keep the movies from the public library for two weeks. The ones from the college would ordinarily need to be returned in three days, but since the librarian knows and trusts me, because I've been tutoring my ESL student there for the past year, she gave me an extra couple of days.
Back home, I spent an hour or so reading my novel. Around 3 p.m., Mother and I began supper preparations...she sliced onions and diced potatoes for a favorite dish for the oven, and then seasoned a salmon filet, also for the oven. Hubbie had peeled the potatoes, and I measured the ingredients necessary for both dishes.
The potato dish went into the oven at 4 p.m., and the fish, along with a dish of peas, went in at 4:30. Everything was ready by 5 p.m. It was a delicious meal, just right for a Lenten Friday.
Hubbie accompanied Mother to her house afterward, and then he and I watched one of the borrowed movies...a 1975 film called, "I Will Fight No More, Forever," starring Sam Elliot and James Whitmore, that dramatizes the struggle of a community of Indians, led by Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce nation, who were forced to stand their ground against the military in an effort to keep from being forced onto a reservation. According to Wikipedia, they were pursued by the U.S. Army in a campaign led by General Oliver O. Howard. This epic 1,170-mile fighting retreat by the Nez Perce in 1877 became known as the Nez Perce War.
While the public library offers both educational-based and purely entertainment movies, the offerings at the college library must all have educational value. But they can also be very entertaining, since they are done as dramas rather than as documentaries. I'm a fan of documentaries, but Hubbie...not so much.
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Speaking of chivalry...at the Japanese restaurant last Monday night, the wait staff were very solicitous of Mother. They made sure she was placed at the most comfortable spot at the hibachi grill table, and when one of the young men saw that Mother's wheelchair footrests prevented the chair from rolling closer to the table, he stooped down and folded them back out of the way. When another young man saw that Mother was struggling to drink from a very tall glass of water, he hurried to bring her a cup. I think this kind of solicitousness in Asian folks is ingrained, since they tend to respect and revere the elderly.
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