A Day
Today is a day of abstinence. No studio work. Arthritis can be bothersome. It sneaks into vulnerable joints when least expected or appreciated. Staying on the first floor was for the day.
The laundry was bidding and clean clothing is always enjoyed.
The remaining red russets of the five pound bag were peeled, ready to be paired with several servings of pork roast and carrots from the freezer.
There were two dozen muffins to be bagged individually for the freezer. There is a tip for muffins that can be readily enjoyed at any time. I can no longer successfully bake. If my supplies are not dropped, they are likely to be spilled. The enjoyment from decades ago is past. For the sum of $.74 each, we pick up two dozen muffins at Sam’s Club. Each muffin is huge. Banana Nut, Blueberry and Cinnamon are Dennis’ choice. Each muffin is popped into a sandwich baggie.
I plan and prepare our hot meals with the balance that Betty Crocker would approve of. When Dennis heads out to the patio porch in the mornings, my eyes may not even be open. Dennis can put a frozen muffin in his breakfast box with a plastic fork the night before. In the morning he pours a large thermos cup of coffee and is out the door. No . . . not the best of choices, but at least he is not taking his pills on an empty stomach.
For myself, I choose a breakfast as to what is needed to start my day off right . . . no pastries. There comes a point in an 86-year-old cowboy’s life when I may loose a few battles while yet planning on winning the war in my care of him.
So my day is progressing.
Tomorrow the stitchers and myself are meeting at Baker’s Square. I have missed the October and November luncheons due to medical appointments. Tomorrow will feel like quite the treat.
Hopefully by this weekend, the studio and I will once again have the lights on, KNUJ tuned in and the Bernina ready to stitch.