Herself: Followed G around caretakingly. Sometimes I aught to be shot. This morning: All the yearly blood work and a new fecal ocult test. Two down and two to go.
WW foods for the day: Breakfast and lunch were the usual plus a banana. Dinner: 6” long sub, 1 chocolate chip cookie, chips, and a slice of cake at the meeting. I’m getting better at making sheet cakes….at last.
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There’s a lovely brass bowl downstairs in a box. Chased and decorated; I’ve always loved it. When I was a kid, it was the basement ashtray. Mother had three old platform rockers and a California Spanish style tiled table down there in front of a big black and white TV. The TV was on my old toy box…a giant officer’s sea chest, and the bowl was on the table. It was a dirty smelly old thing and rarely washed.
Today, down in our garage, the bowl sits in a to-be-saved box. Perhaps I should put it in the box for the Discovery shop. One of G’s brass bowls from India is in that box. It’s hard to give up your past tho…even if it was used as an ashtray.
G didn’t smoothly get rid of his trains. When I saw the mold on the drafting table Borko, I knew my work surface was a gonner. I’ll never forget having it in the windows of the big house and being able to see the world pass below me from my aerie. I’ll really miss the thought of having that wonderful work surface handy even though I haven’t used it in years. Other things I let go with less panache.
Deep in an obscure box, I found mother’s slide rule with its leather cover. No one knows how to use a slide rule any more not even my nephew the robotics designer. The cover smells. It smells beyond rotten. The smell pervades all the garage and has even begun seeping up the back stairs. Mother wrote her name on that cover. In her handwriting.
There are moments that give you pause.