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» Sunday, January 29, 2023Medical
It seems hardly worth posting this. Mostly chores this week, put up hooks for the Christmas lights so I don't have to fish them out of a box. We went to Costco. It rained. Lower GI acting up again.
James did have a doctor's visit. His creatitine is 3.9, lower than it's been, but not as low as it was. He did better on the furosimide, but based on the other test results, the torsemide is better for his kidneys.
» Sunday, January 22, 2023Health and Welfare
It's been kind of a frustrating week. By the 18th I had all the Christmas things put up, and the regular fall items back up. I did not put up all the winter things; it felt like there were too many of them and I need to trim them down. I won't be getting rid of the winter village, but I didn't put that up. What I had up suited how I felt.
On Thursday I had an occurrence where my heart started to race (not palpitations, but in the 80s and 90s) for what I thought was no reason. I was feeling off for most of the end of the week, even though we did go out to lunch. I'm a little harassed because I don't think Snowy is feeling well. Since James retired and we changed our schedule, he's seemed a little quieter. James figures it's because he's not talking on the phone all day, giving Snowy some feedback. He says Snowy still sings when he gets up to make breakfast, and he's been doing something cool since the beginning of the year: he gets up and makes oatmeal for the two of us, real oatmeal. He says it doesn't take long, and he sits and has a cup of tea in the five minutes he has to stir it to keep it from sticking. I put real maple syrup on it, and it tastes so much better than the instant; I didn't realize how much until I had to have an instant the other day.
» Sunday, January 15, 2023Tedium and Enjoyment
Have spent a very desultory week doing chores and "detinseling." The usual stuff got done, the easiest of the Christmas decorations got put away. Oh, and I trimmed the bushes in the front yard while they're dormant to keep them in check. I want the nandina to fill in at the bottom, not look like a bunch of broccoli with skinny stems.
Most of my entertainment is reading about Paris for the piece of fanfiction I'm writing. It's a longer story and I'm scheduled to start posting the first chapter in mid-February. My favorite so far is Vivian Swift's Le Road Trip, which is written in handwriting like a Susan Branch book and illustrated with Swift's watercolors of France. I've also done research on what's at the Armistice site at Compiègne, which is pretty cool.
The big event of the week was the late-date Christmas party at the Lawsons, which was a welcome break. John made a pineapple upside down cake, and we ordered pizzas. As usual, the men chatted and the ladies played games. We had one very funny minute where Jessie was supposed to toss the dice and she absently plopped them into her drink glass instead. By the time we left I had a killer headache from laughing so hard.
He didn't get hurt, but James fell on the way out. He went to put the tip of his cane down and it sank into soft grass instead of the sidewalk of the driveway, so he just relaxed and went down. Luckily a few friends were able to get him vertical and going again.
» Sunday, January 08, 2023Same Old New Year
We have had a rather blah new year. Neither of us felt much like celebrating. James' bad leg has been blistering again and it feels like I'm fighting the tide. We didn't even watch the Rose Parade, and I've watched it every year since I was a kid. It was just too much trouble to go look for the live link and watch it directly from California, which is so much better than the network crap.
For the rest of the week we had to do the usual chores as well as prepare for the Twelfth Night party. This is our first one since the pandemic since James ended up in the hospital last year and we had to cancel. I was excited about it, and we had a very happy time seeing everyone again—Clay and Maggi even came up from Warner Robins—but I was as dispirited about prep as I was about cleaning up, and if I was dragging my feet putting up the Christmas decorations, it's going to be even harder taking them down (even though taking down is easier).
My soul is so tired sometimes...