First of all, yesterday wasn’t anything to write home about. The days sort of blend in together, anyway. At least that’s how it seems.
Cuz and company came home so the Catz were cared for. A couple of days ago, three showed up to be fed. That was the most for a long time.
I put the new sheets on the bed and had to sit down to rest for most of an hour. Then I unloaded the dishwasher and loaded what dirty dishes there were.
Cuz did some fighting-of-the-ants. It seems to be a losing battle. If we can’t get a handle on it in the house, she’s going to take it outside and spray at the source.
Today was communion at church. This afternoon, the pastor called and asked if he and his wife could bring me communion and I consented. He said he had been unaware that I was homebound at present. I guess he thought I just wasn’t coming to church.
When they got here, we visited a bit (it’s always hard to hear her so a lot of the conversation was repeated) and then the little portable communion set came out. There were three squares of unleavened bread and a tiny bottle of grape juice. The pastor filled the thimble-sized glasses, then read the verses about the breaking of the bread, etc. He blessed both and we partook. It was a bit embarrassing when I took the glass with my right hand and my tremor was so pronounced, grape juice sloshed over my hand. I got a tissue to clean it up and the rest went okay.
After more reading of verses, the pastor had another prayer and they were off to see other members who are ailing.
Cuz had come over this morning, again during the day and at “dark-thirty”. I was the bearer of good tidings that the planned power outage that was supposed to take place during the night has been postponed. I’d shared it on her Facebook page but she hadn’t checked it yet.
While she was here the last time, we had a yawning fest and I’m still at it. I think it’s time to think about going to bed. Exciting times on the mountain.