Where do I start? I had intended to, at the very least, make a list each day so I could better remember what happened when. It had also crossed my mind that I should even write a bit. Lucky for you, I didn’t do either one. The upshot would have been that this could have been much longer. And, perhaps, more boring.
It does dawn on me from time to time that chronology doesn’t really matter unless my posts will be used in a court of law. Maybe I’ll have to prove my whereabouts during the specified time period—but, honestly, who would accept my ramblings when there was no corroborating witness?
Now that it’s clear I don’t always remember everything (unlike my mother who remembered everything that happened and lots that never did), I’ll get started on the high spots of my week.
Sunday, I started in cleaning my bathroom from top to bottom. I didn’t finish it up until Monday but it’s the cleanest it’s been since I’ve been living in this house.
DD called in the early afternoon and we had a good visit of right at 50 minutes. If I hadn’t had plans to go to a 100th birthday celebration, we could have talked longer. While I was there, I got a hair cut and even inspired another person to get her hair cut, too.
I’ve already said what I did much of Monday so let’s go on to Tuesday. I think that was the first day I picked enough Malabar spinach for a serving. It tastes amazingly like true spinach but the only way it’s related is by way of being a plant. I like the texture of the mong toi (the Vietnamese name for Malabar spinach) better than the regular. Since this is the third and only successful planting, it’s gotten a late start. I’m hoping it will take off and inundate its area of the garden like it’s supposed to.
Wednesday, I went out to get the mail and was surprised to find a small envelope addressed to Twinkle. She doesn’t read so I opened it. Here’s what I found, along with a check.
Twinkle and I decided to email her. Since Auntie had chosen such a pretty card, Twinkle wanted to do the same and picked out this one. I think she wanted to make Auntie think she’s sweet and angelic when she is neither. Well, she can be sweet sometimes but angelic? Never.
It was accompanied by this dictated note:
Dear Aunt Mary Jane,
The woman I live with is touched by your generosity but she knows you ain’t rich, either. She realizes you’ve had a lot of ongoing expense and it isn’t over yet. She says it’s the thought that counts and, while she’ll keep the check as a remembrance of your concern, she isn’t going to cash it. I tried to tell her you’d want her to. However, you may recall that she is hard-headed and stubborn (she prefers “determined”). I do want to thank you for thinking of me.
I’m doing better but I’m still on the skinny side. Of all humans, I believe you understand how hard it is for some of us to gain weight. Maybe that will come in time. If that woman would quit shoving a laxative into my mouth twice a day, it might help.
Your devoted niece,
That woman you live with knows that I am also hardheaded and stubborn and if I had wanted her to keep that piece of paper for a souvenir I would have sent a different kind.
I know it’s better to give than to receive, and for some of us receiving is very hard, but I want her to take that check to the bank the first time she’s in town (or however she deposits or cashes checks) or I will be very upset and tell you to hiss at her every time she gets close to you. And she knows you can do it!
Do continue to get well.
Aunt Mary Jane
P.S. Yes, I guess some of us are just destined to stay skinny.
Then, the next email went out.
Dear Aunt Mary Jane,
She is overwhelmed with your kindness and is rather teary-eyed (I hate when she gets emotional). Yes, she knows I can hiss, scream and screech. I must say I’m pretty good at it when I think I need to be. The last time I hissed at her was when she brought me home in that stuffy box. She’d spirited me off to a horrible place full of animal smells. She said she couldn’t smell anything but my nose was working overtime. There were some humans there that probed me in some very private places and, while I am too refined to let them know, it riled me up and I let that woman know it when she let me out at home.
So, she said to tell you thank you and she loves you. I’m not a whole lot into that “love” thing but she said you’d know what she meant. I believe she puts most checks in the mail–whatever that is.
And Auntie wrote back:
Glad you have her so buffaloed that she doesn’t want you to hiss or scream at her! I thought that might do the trick.
Tell her that I love her, too.
Aunt Mary Jane
And that was that. The check was mailed to the bank and the receipt is already back. Once again I thank Twinkle’s Aunt Mary Jane. Twinkle just thinks she is entitled and walks around like the Queen of All She Surveys.
DS1 called. I acted like I didn’t know who he was. “Who IS this?” “Do I know you?” He said life gets in the way and he was sorry he hadn’t called sooner. Seems he’d had Benji outside to take care of business one day a couple of weeks ago. My granddaughter would implore him to put Benji on his leash but he liked to let him run. DS1 had turned around to do something when he heard a yelp and then silence. Guess he made it down their long driveway in record time. There was Benji, lying still. He scooped up the small body, went back up the hill where they wrapped the little doggy up and took him to the vet. $500 later (should I feel fortunate?), Benji isn’t quite as good as new but still mending. And you can be sure the leash is in use whenever the dog leaves the house.
The rest of Wednesday, I was trying to get into cleaning and not making any headway. I’d sat down for the umpteenth time that day and Twinkle jumped onto my lap. She loves for me to stroke under her chin and, while I was doing that, I noticed a little black dot in the white hair. I grabbed it and—it was a flea. I guess it still is because it got away.
I hate fleas. I don’t understand why fleas are necessary to the ecosystem. My personal experience with an invasion of fleas is still too fresh in my mind for me to be comfortable with the beasties around. DD has told me she saw fleas on Twinkle but I preferred to think it was her imagination. This time, I know what I saw and I saw it myself and it was a FLEA.
The next morning, I called the Animal Hospital. They advise using Advantage but they were out of what Tinkle would require. I was to call that afternoon to see if the truck delivered it. I called Walmart. Yes, it was in stock for $6 more than what the Animal Hospital charges. Plus, I could buy one pipette there but I’d have to buy the whole box at Walmart. While we were talking, I let the woman know Twinkle still had half a bottle of lactulose left and the bottle compared to another bottle is 2 ozzies and not 1. She said to stop giving it if everything’s coming out all right. I’m keeping the rest for future reference.
I got on Facebook and asked for opinions about flea-fighting. Some of my friends advised me to get brands I’d used before without good results. I called that afternoon but no, it hadn’t come in. Call back Friday.
That night, I went to sleep not long after my head touched the pillow but, probably about 2 a.m. (I make it a practice not to look at the clock while it’s still dark) my eyes popped open and I was wide awake. I tried to get comfortable enough to go back to sleep but nothing worked. I finally got up and started on a post I’d been intending to do for a long time. Three hours later, I went back to bed. Another half hour or so and I was asleep. Need I say I didn’t get up until after 8? That’s the latest I’ve slept for, probably, years.
I felt rough yesterday and was almost relieved when the Advantage still didn’t come in. I’d thought a trip to Walmart would be on the agenda but I didn’t want to chance driving when I was so out of it. The flea would live to see another day.
Today, I was the first one at church. I think I should be given the title of Honorary Deacon since I’m the one who opens the church many Sabbath mornings. That isn’t to say I’m always the first one there. Lots of times, I’m the first one with a key.
In the next few months, there is supposed to be a cooking school with a showing of Forks Over Knives. I recently discovered it’s on Hulu and that isn’t Hulu Plus. It’s on youtube, too, but it costs there. However, I watched something similar to FOK, Chow Down. It’s free to watch on Hulu, costs on youtube. I don’t know but what I like it better than FOK. Guess it’s a matter of personal preference.
I remember when Jonah, a VeggieTales Movie was free on youtube. Now, you have to pay for it. Everything’s the bottom line. I was hoping Genese and her granddaughters could watch it together. It’s really neat.
The next several days are supposed to bring some much needed rain. I’m sure there are plenty of people in some areas who would like to send us some. I wish they could.
The critters have been fed. The other night, I remembered them after I was already in bed at about 11 o’clock. I went over and the Squatter was watching TV. I fed the babies and left. Mama is getting rather large. I don’t know if she’s eating more than her share or if she’s with baby again. I guess time will tell.