What Great Rain
Long waited and much appreciated rain today. It will be interesting to see how long the brown stubble takes to change back to green. Dennis’ mower feels as it it has been abandoned over the last three weeks.
My accomplishment today was to work towards filling the recycling bin. Most of that came off of the dining room table. Each trip to Mayo brings a multitude of paper. I did go through each and every batch to make sure there was nothing important. What does make it easier to recycle the wealth of paper is the Mayo Portal. Every appointment, visit, test, or clinical summery is right at the tips of my fingers.
Flat surfaces can’t help it. It’s as if there is a homing device built in, “Come here and let’s save it, let’s stack it, no one will notice.” After a week of it, we are lucky to have enough space for a cup of coffee to sit.
The weekend is upon us. We have plans to be in our beloved home. I am in a state of feeling content taking the day as it comes. Dennis has the option of taking his little red pickup for a spin to check out the town and his buds. It works for both of us.
Yes, Carrie, I am eating. Nothing really appeals, but then what does that have to do with the price of rice. This noon I had cold, diced, leftover liver with honey mustard for dipping. Hmm . . . there was no one around to beat me to it. I wonder why.