Eight Days Later

A week ago yesterday, my household went down by one member. I’d thought that, by now, I would have all of Twinkle’s Stuff cleared out but such is not the case. I have been otherwise occupied but I hope to have it done soon.

OrangeGranateMy sister can’t have grapefruit because of a conflict with the statin she’s on. I told her I’d try the pomegranate juice with OJ and see what the outcome was. It tastes much the same and looks very similar to the PomFruit. The color was just a bit muddy with the OJ. Still isn’t a bad combination. And, so far, my experience with citrus hasn’t been a bad one.

I got two lessons done in each set for a total of four. Seems I keep making the same corrections over and over. Guess I can consider it job security.

An eggplant has been in the fridge ever since my trip to town last Monday. I put it out of its misery. Cubing it, I sauteed it in a bit of olive oil spray, then added some tomatoes, garlic, onion, Italian seasoning and (of course) kala namak. It was a bit watery so I put in some Earth Balance Buttery Spread, as well. I didn’t eat any of it yesterday but let it sit in the fridge overnight to “marry” the flavors.

Catz came bounding over when I took the compost out. You’d think they were starving but they look fat and sassy.

The mailman brought my Dandy Blend plus an egg slicer (I’ll use it to slice beets for beet salad) and a neck pillowwhich is something several people have recommended to be used with the wedge. I’d washed and dried my Earthing Bag and had the bed all ready for occupancy after my bath.

I’m glad to report that the pillow does work. My standard-size pillow is too big to use with the wedge but the neck pillow is just right. The way I use it isn’t the travel pillow way. I lay it flat on the wedge and rest my neck on it that way. I’m able to turn over and still have support.

The last time I’d been to the mailbox was Monday, I guess. Since I knew the Nielsen material was supposed to arrive, I stopped on the way to church and there it was. My first Christmas card came, too, from my academy roommate. There was the Tuesday mail, as well.

Opening the Nielsen packet, I found the crisp $1 bills. Where they sent five before, they’ve gotten stingy and only sent two. Well, they were going into the Lamb’s Offering for the building fund, anyway.

Class was underway when I got to the church. I’d worn my permanent coat over a Cuddl Duds fleece top and jacket with slacks and knee socks. The heat hit me in the face and I had to take my coat off. My hearing aids had done the “doodle-de-do” on the way down the mountain so I escaped to the bathroom and put in new batteries.

The Computer Owner was teaching the lesson. I had my hearing aids set so I could hear her perfectly along with all the participants. When class was over, the music started and I had to turn the aids off.

While the music was playing, I went to the restroom. A girl (she’s a woman now) I watched grow up was back visiting. She greeted me with DD’s nickname. I didn’t correct her. Later, she called me “Tommie Sue”. I told her I thought maybe I looked so young that she thought I was my daughter. Sorry, DD. She said, “Well, you two DO look so similar!”

Bless the musicians’ hearts! The speaker had chosen to do a mix of reading and Christmas music. I was so thankful I wasn’t the one sitting on the organ bench all that time. And, from what the organist told me later, it was all quite the spur of the moment for her. I’d turn my aids on for the speaking part, then off for the music.

Today was fellowship meal. I hadn’t taken anything so I came on home. But not so fast! Rather than travel the by-pass, I started out of town on the original road. About halfway between the intersection and the highway, traffic was stopped. There was an unmarked car with it’s lights going and an officer was out, peering into the underbrush at the side of the road. I couldn’t imagine what was going on—maybe he was looking for an escapee? Turns out it was just that. However, the escapee was of the four-footed variety. It was a large black cow. A man with a gray beard was herding it along. It plunged down into what I figured was the way it got out and disappeared and traffic was moving again.

Once home, I heated up the rest of some leftover collard greens, a potato and the eggplant mixture. I’m here to tell you that eggplant is scrumptious! I’m going to be sad when it’s all been et.

I texted Cuz later and she called. It was good to hear from her. She plans to be back by Monday but she may not be coming here. She throws a Christmas Eve shindig at her construction partner’s house every year and time’s a’wastin’! I’m invited but I’m hoping to be with closer family.

Tomorrow morning is a combined board and business meeting. It’s also the Women’s Ministry Prayer Breakfast. I think I’ll split the difference and not go to either one.

2 Responses to Eight Days Later

  1. Lila December 14, 2014 at 8:50 am #

    Sounds like things are on the upswing for you. Hope they keep on in that direction, including getting rid of that pesky cough.

    • Tommie December 14, 2014 at 8:58 am #

      I hope so, too. Getting rid of the pesky cough would be a miracle!

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