Wednesday the 19th
I have just sent Dennis off to our eye clinic for his macular injection. It would be great if he could go for two months out for the next appointment as this one had been. We are liking the fact of fewer medical appointments.
The ole Grammie was bone weary last night when I crawled to bed at nine. I didn’t get up during the night as I awoke at nine this morning. It is now mid afternoon and I am still in my bathrobe. It feels like I am on holiday. Hmm.
Dennis and I did have a recap of yesterday’s visit this noon over a sandwich. I had not been able to have a catch-up with niece Laura since before she became a mother to a 14 year old son and an 8 year old daughter. Laura used to be a flighty, giddy young girl. Not so much anymore. Laura is solid and a PERA in a school district other than those her children are in. Laura’s husband is a union electrician and his main job is going on site for new Kwik Trips in Minnesota, working solo. Kwik Trip is everywhere you look.
My sister-in-law is a widow on the family farm that has the land rented out. At 70 she still does not have her fill of antiques. The granary is now a two bedroom on the second floor with kitchenette, bath and living room on the first floor, furnished in antiques. There is a full kitchenette in the basement of the farm home where her and Laura had just done 40 quarts of pickles. I think my mouth fell open when she told me she had made the old milk room of the dairy barn into a she-shed. WTF! It all just drove home, how I love our tiny home. To each their own. Maybe realizing how free I felt today of being unencumbered of stuff, it felt like a holiday.
They talked of us having a chance of rain . . . but it sure doesn’t look like it as the day feels quite warm.
See you tomorrow.