Bloomer Day
This is a day where bricks in the bloomers, aka: underwear would be helpful.
Sometimes in my day-to-day life, it seems like something is missing, but I can’t put my finger on it.
Got It! A wonderful phone call. It beats a hefty shot of B12 any day. They say that is what some people need. Myself wouldn’t do well with a syringe stuck in my arm.
As Dennis was running around with a nasal assist in his hand, it dawned on me. “Dennis have you ever been tested to see if you are allergic to cats?” Dennis has been telling me, he has had a sinus problem forever, and . . . he has been living amongst cats since the 1990s, right here on Stauffer Avenue. Dennis is going see a new primary here in our clinic on Tuesday, and he thought that would be a good question to ask. It would mean for us to go to Mankato, but if we can find out some answers . . . absolutely!
As I was poking around with our trusty vac, I spied with my little eye the windows in Dennis’ bedroom. Down came the blinds on those two windows . . . choke, choke for dust. The blinds hit the recycling and out came my cleaning supplies. I know that there is going to be spring dust. Well, we have had a lot of winter dust and wind storms. We will start out with new dust. By nightfall, I will have temporary window covers on. I know we can’t get the heavy panes where they should be for locking. Another half inch we would have had it. I know that in fifteen days help will be here to lock those windows.
Last night, I took out of the freezer a frozen glass dish of chicken hotdish for our supper this evening. Good going Grammie.
It’s time to tidy up some things in Dennis’ bedroom. Most serious falls happen in our people’s own homes.
I know that this fierce wind does not let the outside air feel like 44 degrees. So be it.
With that I take my leave. ♥