Yesterday was a pretty routine day except Cuz was home a lot of it. She didn’t go work on the project but went to the mountain and mowed in the morning. She was back by the time I got up.
Thursday night was another good one. It seems they are getting to be the norm since last night was, too. I’m not complaining, believe me!
I think one thing that gets me started coughing is the simple act of getting in bed. I’m not tall enough for my knees to bend where the top is so I have to sit down probably four inches from the inside of my knees and scoot myself the rest of the way. Then, I swing my legs up and turn so I can lie down. I’ve already raised the head of the bed up (Cuz puts it down in the daytime). If I think of it beforehand, I’ll not do that until I’ve turned the light out or I have to get up to do it. I sit on the bed to be sure of how high it’s going. Otherwise, I’m off one way or the other. Then I cover up and raise my feet. They go all the way up so that’s nothing I have to “measure”.
By the time I’ve done all that, I’m out of breath and coughing. As long as I don’t cough too much (and I keep it down by cutting out as much of the moving around as I can), I have a decent night. Then, whenever I have to get up to answer Nature’s Call, it’s lower the foot, get out of bed, do the deed, then climb back in all over again, once again, minimizing how much I exert myself.
So, now that I’ve bored you with that, we’ll get on to other things.
I did have a surprise during the day. My CIL brought me a package. It was addressed to me and “AWESOME TO BE RAWSOME”. When I opened it, it was an assortment of veggie sipping broths. I wouldn’t have known who it was from except the packing slip had the bill to as my friend Shari. I sent her an UNanimated ecard. Here’s the picture that was on it. It reminded me of DD’s SO. He likes foxes.
That was very thoughtful of her. I had a cup of the tomato basil broth and it was good but I’ll stir it next time after it’s through steeping. The farther down I got, the saltier it was. It will be good this winter.
The church is having their fall campout this weekend. The weather has been cooperating with gorgeous sunny days. It’s been hot in the valley but where they are, it’s always several degrees cooler so it should be about right. I quit participating when DD left home. It wasn’t fun just being me with the others.
I’ve been trying to see how much data I’ve used but I keep getting, “OOPS! Something went wrong. Please check back again or contact Customer Care [(855)xxx-xxxx] if the problem persists.” I know I was down to less than 2 GB earlier today and that was before I’d watched an episode of The American Bible Challenge on Netflix. I finally got it to give me a total (whether it’s current or not is another thing) and it comes up that I have 1.4 GB to go and three days left.
Cuz picked apples today and she and my CIL made apple butter in the crockpot. They had the lid on it and my CIL was drinking the juice. He brought me a sample. It was good but it should’ve stayed in the crockpot. I texted Cuz that the lid shouldn’t be on it. My CIL said it was to keep the heat in. I told him it also kept the moisture in and that’s what is supposed to evaporate and cook down in the apples. Cuz said this batch is an experiment and the next one will be for real. They say this tastes really good but all I could taste in the sample was sugar and cinnamon. I like to taste apple, too. Maybe it mellowed out with the longer cooking.
Cuz just came in to tell me goodnight and said she got 15 pints and seven quarts of apple butter, I think. She can correct me later if I’m wrong.
I know I’m not working on the Sabbath School lessons but Lesson 1 for the 4th Quarter didn’t have ANY of the links for the texts and the formatting wasn’t done. Since that’s the version I use, I couldn’t let it go. I formatted and linked Sabbath afternoon and Sunday and let the editor know so if anyone else works on it, they’ll download the latest file so my work won’t have been in vain. The editor emailed back and thanked me but warned me not to stress myself. Then she added, “We already had one indignant complaint. 🙂 ” Guess I had ’em spoiled by getting the first few lessons completed before the quarter started. Well, Associate Editor of the Online Lessons Tommie is no longer at the wheel.
I watched some of the things I’d recorded from the Hope Channel this afternoon. It’s really handy to have the DVR. Then I watched one more episode of The American Bible Challenge. I started watching another one but when I noticed it was sundown already, I decided to save it for next week.
After sundown, I watched one of the non-Sabbath programs I’d recorded while I ate supper. I had leftovers which was fine with me. Mashed potatoes, fried squash, mock “duck”, more rolls (my CIL baked them today and laughed when I said I wasn’t going to take a picture of them), and Cuz cooked me some frozen peas. I was full but not so full I couldn’t eat some Theo’s chocolate.
My cannula keeps twisting. If I take it off long enough to straighten it out, I get very short of breath. It may be time for a change.
My CIL gave me my cough medicine tonight. He gave me more than Cuz does. I haven’t taken my doxepin yet. I may not need it. If I take it on top of that, I may not wake up for a day or two.
Is it my imagination or has there been an increase in violence and shootings in general since this election season started? It certainly seems like the climate has changed or maybe I just wasn’t paying attention. Whatever it is, it needs to stop and I don’t know how the Powers That Be will stop it. I know the police can’t without making things worse and it isn’t the fault of anyone currently in office. What’s going on is heartbreaking. DD posted this on Facebook yesterday. I haven’t asked her if I could share it here so I may have to take it down. It says how I feel better than I ever could.
I haven’t been posting about shootings and injustice as much lately, but it’s not because I’ve stopped caring. It’s because my heart absolutely breaks and I feel so completely helpless. But I see stuff like this and I have to post. I think it’s really easy to see news about shootings and quickly place blame on the victims and have a lot of discussions about how they could have avoided dying, but we cannot forget that each person who was killed was human and had family and/or friends who cared about them. They had an impact on the people closest to them. They had birthdays and favorite foods and movies and music, and were funny and serious and sad, and maybe their favorite time was autumn when the weather begins to cool or maybe it was winter in the middle of a blizzard or spring when the trees are just getting new leaves and flowers begin to bloom or summer when they can go to the lake or tend to their garden, and they had pets and daughters and sons, and their favorite color was blue or orange or pink, and they loved to take photographs or crochet or do pottery, and maybe they loved to talk or just listen, and they might have been frustrated at how much gas prices fluctuate or that the Seahawks lost the Super Bowl last time. When will we white people stop objectifying them and see them as human beings? When will we mourn with them instead of saying “They must have deserved it”? When will we realize that this is not their problem, but our shared human problem? When will we be part of a positive and compassionate solution rather than piling onto an already overwhelming problem of hate, fear, racism, injustice, sadness, grief?
There’s nothing to be said after that so I’ll close here. Good night and, above all, stay safe.