It was hard for me to realize the time this morning. I heard the television, and by the program that was on, I knew it was past 9 a.m. Dennis knew I had a chiropractor appointment at 10:30. Bless his heart for coming in from the porch and rousing me.
Mornings will find me at Lorraine’s apartment for a time. The pancreatic card is showing its strength. Lorraine is very jaundiced. There are no more “Let’s see if this drug will help.” Lorraine knows she is in God’s waiting room and she is doing it with grace. When she requested a chicken sandwich and a strawberry malt from McDonald’s, I was more than willing, as her appetite is less than good.
When I came home at noon and spent some time with Dennis for a light lunch, I hit the outside where the breeze was good and the garden dirt was calling me. Out came the electric powered Mantis tiller. Dennis and I took turns wangling around perennials in our square garden. The dirt had showed the film the winter had left. The dirt needed to be broken up so it could breath.
What can I say? The evening is here and the work in the dirt was very satisfying. We celebrated with a can of Root Beer and a York Peppermint Patty. Again I can say how wonderful life of Stauffer Avenue is as Dennis and I work, taking our time making work enjoyable.