When I was in town on Tuesday, I had these three coupons, all expiring that day. They were for Silk “milk” (the quotes are for my sister who maintains anything fluid other than from a mammal shouldn’t be referred to as milk but what about milkweed?). I got two unsweetened vanilla almond, one dark chocolate and decided I’d try the original coconut milk. I already had an opened carton of UVA (not to be confused with the University of Virginia) in the fridge so I figured I’d open the coconut next.
This morning, I used the rest of the almond “milk” and, this afternoon, I reached for the coconut. Folks, I love coconut in almost any form but not in this one. It’s ‘way too sweet and it tastes like it’s been watered down—which I’m sure it has. That one will stay in the dairy case from now on if they are depending on me to buy it. Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll probably end up making tapioca with it but I’ll have to do something to make it more palatable.
Yesterday, I had about enough energy to fill a thimble. Be that as it may, I did a huge load of laundry, cleaned out Twinkle’s cat box, swept up the mess she makes with the litter, took out the compost and various and sundry other things. I got started on the third lesson and uploaded the helps I had finished after creating the directory. I could have sworn I did that last week but they weren’t there.
A rep from a survey company called about my recent stay in the hospital. She said it would take about seven minutes but it was 11. I gave them good grades but I suggested the IV should not be placed in the dominant arm. It made it very awkward for me to do about anything with my right hand.
When I went to bed, I set the timer for eight hours. This morning, I’d gotten up to go to the bathroom and had just dozed off again when it went off and I was jolted wide awake.
Dressed and ready to go, I got in the car and as soon as I closed the door, the hearing aids started beeping like an alarm—“beep-beep-beep-beep! beep-beep-beep-beep! beep-beep-beep-beep! beep-beep-beep-beep! beep-beep-beep-beep!” I grabbed the remote and turned them off. They must’ve been on outside and when I got in the car, the space was too small. Or something.
I was hoping to make it to the church early enough to practice a song that has been my earworm off and on for several weeks and I did get there first. I opened the door, turned on the lights and went to the organ. When I turned around, it was like everyone and their kid brother came in all at once—including the pianist. Oh, well, practicing was out. I sat down and started playing.
The Computer Owner was sitting on the very back row so I sat down beside her. I’d told her how tired I get sitting on the organ bench for so long. She started rubbing my neck and back and I could’ve stretched out on the pew and gone sound asleep.
Things went well enough until after Sabbath School class. When I went to the organ to start the “meditation” music, the setting on my hearing aids was ‘way too loud. I could hear paper rustling and voices all the way from the back of the church. There wasn’t much I could do about it since both hands (and feet) were occupied.
When that part of the service was over, the pianist came up along with the song leader and the second song service started. I used my ePen to turn the aids down to a comfortable level but then the trumpet started. I was playing with my right hand and fumbling for the button on my left aid to turn them off. My tremor was making that impossible and the aid finally slipped all the way out and I put it on the organ bench beside me.
During the announcement time, I put the aid back in and adjusted it to a comfortable level.
The volume was fine but I couldn’t understand more than a word now and then of the children’s story. I think the story-teller said something about hominy and I heard “hurry, hurry!” (maybe the hominy was boiling over). There was something else I understood but I don’t remember what it was.
I went out to the bathroom when I was set free from the organ. No, I waited until the special music was over. The Computer Owner played a song on the piano. She got the time almost right and, the second time through, she used a softer touch which was much prettier. If she keeps practicing, maybe we’ll have another regular pianist.
In the foyer, I saw one of the ladies I’d promised to introduce to kelp noodles. I’d planned to email her during the week and totally spaced it out. I’ll take her some the next time we are both there.
The Housesitter’s car was gone when I got home but my cousin’s and CIL’s vehicles were here so I didn’t get concerned about the critters. I don’t know if the HS was just out and about or if she’s already left. Guess it really isn’t any of my business, anyway.
I did what I do most Sabbaths—I don’t eat enough breakfast and I end up eating too much when I get home. I’ll try to do better tomorrow. Twinkle got lots of lap time this afternoon and I added some more links to Lesson 3.
Genese played a word that had the potential for lotsa points on down the line (it still does). I muddied the waters by creating more possibilities so we’ll see what happens. She’s ahead at the moment but who know how it will wind up? Stay tuned…