11/16/2019: Woke up about
5:30 AM. Slowly got dressed, then prayers, catechism, Bible (Luke 1 today), and
rosary. Now almost 7 AM. Legs continue to get number, with occasional hot vein
throbs and pains on the left side of my chest. Cold weather responses, or
something worse? Well, what can I do?
Bleh. Saturdays are the
worst days. So boring. So little to do. So little to eat. Everyone is off doing
things. And of course, never thinking of me, but then why should they [pitiful,
just pitiful]? Got some written. Cold.
Leg hurts. To at least give myself the illusion of progress I cleaned up the
top shelf in the closet and watched BEN AND ME to distract my mind. Everywhere
there seem to be mouth-watering ads, especially about turkey. A depressing
memory floated through my mind, of Pop giving away the old beer sign/clock
(from his time as a bar-owner, and which had hung in the garage forever) to our
neighbor. Just another old childhood memory pissed away by Pop. Well, how was
he to know? We never really showed any interest in it; just an unspoken
life-long affection and family totem.
11/17/2019: Got up about 5
AM, prayers, catechism, Bible, and got ready. Decided to wear the orange long
sleeve shirt for the first time [orange, while being my flavor, is really not
my color]. Left for church a little early and got there ahead of the little old
lady who's been getting ahead of me walking on the road; yes, I'm so petty that
it bothers me, though more in a compulsive way rather than an emotional way
[turns out she is an usher]. Had a good mass with Fr. Dennis. Walked home and
settled in to wait to go to John's. About 10 AM I heard Andy grassing the dogs,
so I poked out my head and told him I was going to John's. John called at 11 AM and said he was running
late. I went out at 12 to wait on the porch and he came about 12:30 PM. He had
already bought the spaghetti, so we decided to go to Walmart for the rest, not
only got stuff for the feast (including wine) but also cane-tips, and John said
he was buying the stuff and also giving me the money from the book (it turned
out to be $40 instead of $33.05; he gave me a bonus) so that was good of him.
We got to the house, and he started cooking and we had a good visit with the
whole family. He showed me a few amazing features of his TV and we looked at
the first episode of Over the Garden Wall. We went out to sit on the
porch and visited more; a deluge of cute cats and snuffling wild pigs out in
the brush enlivened things. All through the visit the crack was good, as the
Irish say, and it was the visiting that was the great point of the whole
endeavor. Morgandy rode back with us. Got back a little before 7 PM, and
S&A rolled up almost immediately behind us with groceries. Susan counseled
with me about Thanksgiving dinner; we agreed a minor feast was in order, as it
was just to be us at the house this year. I'm to make up a list. Came in and
watched the animations, waited a bit, then watched Rick and Morty,
including the new episode. Had bread pudding [I love bread pudding, but it’s
hard to find, even when it’s in season].
11/18/2019: Up at 5:30 AM,
dressed, devotions, caught up diary. Now almost 7 AM. Started wash at 9 AM (two
loads today, as I didn't wash towels last week). Brought my writing of Chapter
2 Script up to 10 pages over the day. Swept. Watched GGACP and DW today.
Changed loads at 10:30 AM. Realized we forgot to have John buzz my hair.
Finished wash about 1 PM. Made broccoli salad; but chopped the broccoli in the
guest house, so I could listen to Ben and have a place to sit. Let the Chis [chihuahuas]
out after, as they were whining so much, about 2:30 PM, and Cricket threw up.
About 4 PM I fed the animals and let the Chis out of their pen and started
supper. Looked and saw a scoop out of the ice cream and was perplexed, as I
didn't think anyone had any at John's house and didn't think S&A would eat
any w/o asking. After a little investigation (I wanted to be sure, because of
the Bluebell tampering lately) Amy messaged me that Morgandy had had some. A
sigh of relief, then I had a bowl as a reward for my writing efforts. Worked
with Susan on the Thanksgiving list. Washed up at 8 PM and made Kam supper,
rosary at 9 PM, then bed at 10 PM.
11/19/2019: Up, dressed,
prayers, catechism and Bible, then went to catch bus at 7 AM. Very foggy
morning. Went to HEB, got a bunch of stuff and a lottery ticket, and home a
little after 9 AM. Made some Delimex flour tortilla beef and cheese taquitos,
eaten with chili con carne dip. Got Kam off to school at 10:30 AM. Kind of
drifted out on the couch after I ate a can of Vienna sausages. Woke up about 2
PM, finished off the dip with some Itza crackers and drank eggnog. The day was
pretty clear and warm by then. At 4 PM I started supper (sausage, taters and
cabbage), let the Chis out and noticed a big lump on Cricket's neck. Kam got
home very upset about leaving his phone on the bus; we called the bus center
and Miss Pat brought it back in no time, which was a big relief for him. When
Susan got home, I went in to tell her about Cricket, but she had already seen
it. My right leg feeling rather fiery all day; could be the walking, the rich
food, and/or the fact that I didn't wrap it this trip. Right now, it's 6:30 PM.
Made Kam supper at 9 PM, and then to bed.
11/20/2019: Pop's 91st
birthday, though I didn't realize it till rather late. Got up about 6 AM.
Prayers, catechism, Bible. At 9 AM made Kam eggs and bacon like he requested
yesterday, but then he changed his mind and wanted apples. Came in, wrote some
BB2CH2 [Bob’s Book 2 Chapter 2] and was distracted till about 10:15 AM when Kam
called me. His pants didn't fit, and he needed a new pair of jeans. We hustled
and got him out of the door a little late, but even so we waited for the bus a
while.
Wrote on and off all day and
got about 4 pages done, up until the Stove Test part. At lunch I had French
onion dip and crackers and a sausage from yesterday. Susan home about 3:30 PM
to meet with the vet about Cricket. Left about 4:10 PM and I started supper:
pork chops, brussels sprouts, and quinoa. Rosary. Made Kam supper about 8:45
PM. Bed about 10 PPM. All day was a blowy, clouds come-and-going, tree-roaring,
mild, non-humid day; perfectly fall, with a bustling kind of feel.
11/21/2019: Woke up a little
before 6 AM and found The Thief of Bagdad was on AMC. Prayed,
showered, and caught up my diary. At 9 AM went in and made Frito Pie with HEB
BBQ corn chips, Wolf brand chili, and a grated cheddar. Delicious, but I think
I may be past my Frito Pie days [but I never do learn]. Got Kam off to school.
Weather humid and a little damp and cloudy. Did some writing. Napped till 1:30
PM. A little more writing; stopped at lighting the stove part of the story.
Moving very slowly and reluctantly; once I get set to do something, I find it
hard to change to something else. At 4 PM let dogs out, but penned Cricket
because she was all bloody; maybe her bump is draining. Cooked corn on cob,
chili, and rotini; also used potatoes and mushrooms from Tuesday to make mashed
potatoes (skin in) which I ate with chili. Caught a snip of Cocteau's Beauty
& the Beast. Rosary. Went in at 8 PM to clean up and finished chili
with bread. Caught some of Liberty Valance. Decided there was always a
part of my soul caught in the past dancing back and forth with the vacuum
cleaner in the back room of the old Gatti's, so often that it recurs in memory
and dreams.
Notes
Lots of food indulgence,
which, because of the cold and minor influx of funds, is understandable, if no
less deplorable. Also, feasting is seasonal. For some reason, so are fantastic
films. Perhaps it has some connection to the British Christmas pantomime
tradition.
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