Here Today, Gone Today?

It warmed up enough yesterday to melt more of the snow. It’s looking despondent. Gone are the days (I believe) when the snow would come down thick and fast, lay down a sumptuous carpet and stay for a week or two. Long ago, when I was in the 8th grade (I know. I’ve told this one before.), my mother and I were snowed in for two weeks. School was closed but that didn’t mean I wasn’t learning. Mother taught me to sew during that time. I haven’t sewn a lick in years.

Being Friday, there were certain things I wanted to accomplish. I got everything done I set out to do except for the vacuuming. I made some banana bread and this loaf isn’t quite sweet enough. It’s hard to find the balance between that and too sweet.

Around 5, I had to take a picture of what, by now, has to be a familiar view. If I took a picture straight on from the deck, it would be the back wall of The Ruins. Maybe I should take one sometime so you can see my world as I see it.


It had been sunny much of the day but the sky was getting more and more cloudy. After sundown, I could hear raindrops on the vent in the bathroom.

Not long after 9:30, I was in bed. I amazed myself getting there that early. Around 4 a.m. (I guess—I didn’t look at the clock), I woke with terrible leg cramps. It doesn’t usually take a whole lot to calm them down. I’ll rub them, stretch the muscles and maybe get up and walk around. Nothing helped. It kept on and on until I couldn’t take any more. I got up and took a pain pill and noticed the clock on the microwave had 88:88. The power had been off.

I turned the Dr. Heaters back on and went to bed. I did look at the clock then and it was 4:49.

When I woke this morning, my legs were sore. I was so groggy from the pain pill I couldn’t wake up. There was no way I could drive down the mountain and play for church so I called the pianist. During our conversation, she speculated that I might not be getting enough magnesium. I knew potassium can’t be the problem and I take magnesium—when I can remember to. My little organizer hadn’t been filled for a long time and there was one day that had anything. It was Tuesday. I need to do something to help me incorporate that into my routine.

During the night, the rain had turned to snow. It was only a dusting, though.

After eating breakfast, I felt a bit more awake. I took a bath and soaked long enough to be shriveled like a prune. Along about 2 p.m., I was dressed and out the door to visit Genese.

She had visitors when I got there—her daughter and two of her granddaughters. Her daughter was telling about one of the granddaughters opening her bedroom window and screen to try to catch snowflakes. She had leaned out far enough that she ended up tumbling to the ground not far below. Going around to the front door in her sock feet, she startled her mother by rattling the doorknob. It was quite hilarious in the telling and there’s no way I can translate it to the written word. You’d have to be there.

I’d taken Genese some of the mousse and a slice of banana bread. I knew her daughter probably saw the recipe since she was excited she’d “made the blog” on this post. (She said, “Genese’s daughter! That’s me!!”) I asked Genese if it would be okay if her daughter sampled the mousse. Sure. She took a small spoonful. By and by she took another. Genese told her if she did it again, she was going to get smacked.

By that time, Genese’s sister came in and took the mousse and said, “What are you going to do now?” and the daughter got a third sample. The granddaughters were curious about what was going on so the sister gave each of them a tiny bit. I do wish I’d had my camera! The looks on their faces were priceless! When I was that young, I would have reacted the same way. I do believe dark chocolate is an acquired taste.

The daughter was on Cloud Nine. She had traded her car (it evidently uses a lot of gas) for something more economical. She and the girls left to go see more relatives.

Genese still had quite a bit of mousse left and hadn’t tasted it yet so I asked her to sample it while I was there. She did and pronounced it good. She posted a comment on the recipe that went into more rhapsodic rhetoric. (See, I can use big words, too.)

After we’d visited a bit, two of the nursing staff came in to take care of Genese’s needs. I figured that was my cue to leave. One of the nurses asked if my remote was to alert somebody if I’d fallen. Well, no. I explained it controlled my hearing aids. Well, where were they? I turned my head this way and that so she could see them. She was telling about a man who has what I figure is a cochlear implant. We talked about that and I said my good-byes.

I was pretty tired when I got home. I was relaxing in Mother’s chair when the phone rang. It was the piano technician’s wife saying they missed me at church. They wanted to come by if it would be okay. I really wasn’t up to it so I said not today. She wanted to tell me about Tremadone, a treatment for tremors. (Her phone was cutting out every now and then and it sounded like she said it was for termites. I told her I don’t have termites.) She agreed to send me the link. I asked if it had helped her husband, then found that he’d taken the first dose just this morning. I’ll wait and see if it works. I don’t want to spend $40 a month on something that I hope will do it.

Twinkle and I have been relaxing. She’s done a lot of eating today, too. It may be my imagination but I think her hip bones aren’t quite as prominent as they were.

For supper, I had a giant baked potato. I took my magnesium today. If I have more leg cramps tonight, I’ll head ’em off at the pass again with a pain pill. I don’t like taking them but I hate to hurt worse.

6 Responses to Here Today, Gone Today?

  1. Genese February 16, 2014 at 6:51 am #

    Actually it was an alliterative “rhapsodic rhetoric”, but I’m just proving I can use big words too. That’s refreshing because I can’t do that here in the nursing home; no one, not even the staff, understands me!

    The granddaughters got to my Mother’s and she offered them some Hershey’s Miniatures Chocolate bars. After tasting, each spit it out and the older one asked, “What’s wrong with the chocolate today?” The Miniatures were “Special Dark”.

    • Tommie February 16, 2014 at 8:29 am #

      Use them here all you want, Genese! If I don’t understand, I’ll just google it!

      Bless their hearts! It’s almost a sure thing that they’ll learn to like dark chocolate. With three generations already there, how can they miss?

  2. Mary Jane February 16, 2014 at 6:53 am #

    I agree that for some of us liking dark chocolate is an acquired taste. I do eat it, but just last night when it had been mentioned I said I wished it were milk chocolate that was good for you!

    • Tommie February 16, 2014 at 8:32 am #

      I’ve thought about stirring in some coconut cream to see what that would do but I haven’t. Maybe this morning. I’ll let you know. When I was a child, I didn’t even like milk chocolate.

  3. Lila February 28, 2014 at 1:34 pm #

    I’m laughing about the granddaughters and the dark chocolate. Don’t even offer me a Hershey’s milk chocolate kiss – I’d have to be pretty desperate to eat it.

    • Tommie February 28, 2014 at 4:19 pm #

      I’d have to be on the brink of starvation with nothing else around. 😛

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