My father has been gone since before I turned 5. I didn’t talk to DS1 and DS2 is out of pocket for the near future. I did post on Facebook one of the few pictures of Daddy and me together. I’ve posted it here but I’ll give it another go.
I’d stayed up ‘way longer than usual last night. I do dread going to bed. I think I’ve said that before but I’ll say it again. I don’t know if it’s the angle of my position but if I move a muscle, I start coughing. Scratch my nose? I cough. Cover my arm? I cough. Swallow. I cough. Get the idea? And once I start coughing, I cough for no telling how long. I end up exhausted.
When I woke well after daylight, I heard the mower going. I didn’t know Cuz was coming but she was surely here. No one else mows so it had to be her. There was no way I could see getting up then so I snuggled back down and went to sleep. By that time, I’d gotten in about four hours.
Finally, I managed to crawl out. Cuz had messaged me on Facebook. She was going to take a shower and then come over if I was up yet. I messaged back that I was, barely.
She came over and we had a good visit. She’d planned to come here this afternoon but the person she was supposed to see about a job had canceled so she decided to get ‘er done early. She told me she had gotten the first five cherry tomatoes and there are regular ones big enough to start ripening. A neighbor had been supposed to keep the squash picked but didn’t. She got ten bags and was giving squash away left and right. She’d told me that another time but you wouldn’t have known the difference, would you?
In a couple of days, she’ll be in the Big City so she told me to make a list. The bananas as of late are only too gross. They have very little flavor and aren’t sweet. Mother told me once she was “up on bananas”. Maybe I am, too. I’ve cut back on blueberries — not because I want to but because I’m down to one pint and that has to do me until I get some more.
Cuz told me she likes my haircut! I showed her where my hair grows down almost to my shoulders. That isn’t the length but the roots grow out there. She tentatively offered to cut the back straight across but she didn’t want to clipper the strays so I’l just try to do it with a razor in the shower.
DD called before I was through eating so I emailed her and let her know I’d call her back. For a wonder, I only had one coughing spell while we were talking for well over an hour.
Black Tom wasn’t around when I fed the Catz this morning but he showed up with bells on this afternoon. He followed me all along the railing as I filled the bowls and would stretch his neck out so I’d be sure to stroke and scratch his head and back. That took several minutes and then I went to his aunt and gave her a good petting, too. I glanced down and didn’t see the green tubing. What the?? The cannula tubing was there with the connector but it had come loose from Ralph. I’d been out there all that time without supplemental oxygen. I felt pretty pox. I wasn’t short of breath but I plugged it back up to be on the safe side.
Supper was a twice baked potato and my next to the last “egg” salad sandwich. Tomorrow will be the last of it gone down the hatch. I hate to see the end of it. It’s GOOD.
After I’d had to do so much correcting on the first two mobile lessons yesterday, the editor decided I should just go ahead and do the rest of them since it takes about the same amount of time. I did the third lesson and will do the rest as I feel like it. I’m not going to push myself. One a day should be more than sufficient. If I want to do more, I will. If I want to skip a day, I’ll do that, too.
Too bad DD and her SO aren’t here. A lightning bug has been buzzing me, back and forth, back and forth. When they were here last year, her SO was anxious to see them and it was just too early. They don’t have them in the Great Northwest.
Well, it looks as though the Donald is on his way to imploding. He’s tried bigly to read from a teleprompter but that’s totally foreign to him. He isn’t used to behaving and his old nature takes over, no matter what. I read there is a sign in his campaign headquarters patterned after “Let Reagan be Reagan.” It says, “Let Trump be Trump.” Well, he has been and now it’s backfiring. It may be true he just wanted the fight and not the title. If that’s so, then he shouldn’t be too upset if he isn’t the nominee, after all. Paul Ryan has, more or less, released the delegates by telling them to vote their consciences. I told my roommate today that I’ll bet he wishes he was anything but the Speaker. And now there’s a YUUUGE “What next??”