Herself: Scheduled mammogram at last. Worked on a poem and an essay about cooking. Got a chance to chat with neighbor Jean9 yesterday. Hospice has been called in. Sons and daughters are here. Gosh her voice sounds strong.
Reading: A Juvenile with a happy ending. I’ll pass it on to Lessa.
Balance: Beautiful, cool weather with glorious sunshine.
Yesterday, I whipped chicken parts into a stock base while I was whacking apart that failure of a zucchini casserole. I masterfully whipped up three eggs, tossed them in the macerated zucchini, and put the chicken on to simmer.
Very professionally. I used to cook for a living; did I mention that?
I grated a bit of cheddar while the zucchini frittatas cooked, and whipped together a milder version of the soup….thinning it with a little V8 while throwing a salad together. It was just like drawing on a good day.
G went down to take the laundry out of the dryer.
I’d carefully gone through every piece of laundry, especially the new white shirts, after my laundry failures of the day before. I’d removed a mountain of cardboard, pins, tissue, and plastic bits, strips, clips, and orts. When I took the whites out of the washer, I discovered a tiny bit of washed cardboard. Again I went through everything very carefully before putting everything in the dryer.
“Did you know that the sleeves on one shirt were still pinned in back,” he reported with an angry look on his face. “And the sleeves were still lined with cardboard?”
I hadn’t known. Perhaps I went through only one of the two shirts. He laughed, “Those shirts were really made wrinkle free. The minute I took the pin out and shook the shirt, all the wrinkles vanished.”
I can also report that dinner was really good.