LIFE: Today started out pretty normal. Saturday is my work-around-the-house day. I have lists of lists of tasks I have no hope of finishing. Today’s list included:
- Go to the Dump / transfer station. Bring two weeks worth of trash and recycling to the town transfer station
- Do the laundry and change the sheets on the bed.
- Water the plants (on the off-chance that they are still alive).
- Pick up dog poop. (on the off-chance that Marty didn’t pick it up himself).
- Start working on a storm window frame for the window near our bed. I bought the wood for it a few weeks ago but haven’t been able to get to it.
- Vacuum upstairs which I haven’t touched for weeks.
- Figure out the grocery shopping list for tomorrow.
My lists don’t include stuff like cooking and dishes and stuff for Kathy. I usually make either pancakes or french toast for her on Saturday mornings. Today it was french toast. I used a little bit of orange juice with the batter. Kathy was pretty tired by the time she ate and took all of her meds and had her teeth brushed. I had her rest for a bit while I got the recycling ready for the dump. I skipped recycling last Saturday when Kathy was so sick. I couldn’t really leave her at home. We seem to always have a lot of plastic, glass and metal stuff. Now that I have the humidifier running I have a lot of empty water bottles to get rid of and juice containers. We don’t have that much actual trash because we recycle and compost the rest. Kathy seemed like she was feeling better. I bundled her up and off we went to the dump. Sometimes I come back with stuff that people throw out. I found part of a lantern I might try to do something with. (Or I’ll put it on another list.) Then I drove a back way home, just to be out for twenty minutes or so. We had peanut butter and chocolate hazelnut spread (faux nutella) sandwiches for lunch. And I think we each had part of a banana. I eat raw carrots and I was surprised when Kathy ate some. Carrots have choking hazard written all over them. Sometimes I steam them a little to make them a little softer for her but she never seems to want them. Marty loves them, though. She rested while I kept working on the laundry. I was trying to take the clothes that don’t fit her anymore out of her ‘collection’. When I ask if she wants to give them away she usually says she wants to keep them. So I’ve stopped asking. One of many little things I feel guilty about.