Yesterday

The Husband God Gave Me had the day off. It has been wonderful having him back home again. Now he can empty the traps. Oh, and he is just nice to be with.

We got up at our usual time and had coffee on the couch, enjoying the Christmas lights. The sun hasn't appeared in days, nor does it seem as if it will.

Even though there is still quiche and eggnog french toast left from our Monday morning Christmas gathering, we went out for breakfast. And next we braved the mall. It wasn't busy at all. THGGM was able to spend his gift cards, and while he shopped I went to the book store to get calendars. Wouldn't want to 'run out of days'.

My rule still holds. For every new book I bring into the house, three must go. At my neighborhood thrift store, I found an old library copy of Dorothy Sayers "The Nine Tailors". It's a lovely red hardcover in excellent condition. I'll let go of three Dave Berry books for this one. I also found some 3-6 month blue jeans with a snap crotch, and a Gap shirt with trains for Grandson. I found two boxes of old silver Christmas ball ornaments. I haven't dared to touch them yet, as with having no feeling in my fingers, I drop stuff frequently, and what I don't drop I break from holding it to tightly.

We arrived home around noon and had more coffee on the couch, this time with Daughter also. Then, I left to bring my dad to his breathing therapy. He did well. I struggled to stay awake. I had brought along the newpaper and a brand new magazine, but sitting in a waiting room for three hours, even that well ran dry.

Back home, THGGM was busy plugging holes. My dryer now vents into the back porch. As I walked past my cat to view THGGM's handiwork, I notice he was clutching something tightly to his chest (the cat was). It was a rather good sized mouse. This one we named #38. Having a cat is helpful, but even he isn't THAT hungry.

By now we've missed lunch and are hungry again. But, I lack whatever it is that causes one to be able to even THINK about cooking. So, we went back to the same place we had breakfast. Only I made a grave error and drank regular coffee.

In the evening I played around with my new digital camera. I think I would be able to figure it out easily if it wasn't that it is so tiny, and all of the things written on or about it are tiny also. I didn't have much luck. Thankfully, Son-in-law is a pro at stuff like this. That reminds me...Son-in-law also got a digital camera for Christmas from his parents. Or so he/they thought. When he eagerly opened the box, it was empty! Anyway - back to me - while I delved into this worthy endeavor, THGGM watched "Law and Order" reruns. He got cranky when I kept asking him to explain the story line to me. Sometimes there seems to NOT be a story line. I don't like that show. Just when I think it should start, they play that funny music, and it's OVER. He went to bed muttering something about having to go back to work tomorrow.

At 1:00 I was disappointed to be done with my MASH episodes. By 1:30 Youngest Son appeared and asked me what I was waiting for. Sleep, I told him, sleep. Around 2:30 I finished up all my Catherine Paterson Christmas stories and strapped on my ugly wrist splints.

Isn't daily life grand?