Diary 2021: A Day Early For Once

6/15/2021: Up about 5:30 AM. Prayers, Bible. Cartoons on MeTV. Ate sausage and eggs for breakfast. Went out and waited from 8 - 9 AM for delivery. Finally came AFTER 9 AM. I was going to complain but felt that that it wouldn’t help the delivery lady or me. Lugged the groceries inside. Took my insulin about 9:20 AM. Ate seafood salad and then cottage cheese. Read PR and napped until 3:10 PM.  The day went along as usual with sausages and cabbage fry.

 

6/16/2021: Oh my gosh the day was so long and BORING. The hours dragged along. After prayers and Bible and cartoons (I hate to couple these activities so closely, but the cartoons come on at 6 AM) I washed dishes. Guys came and bulldozed the snow-killed jasmine bushes this morning; it doesn’t look half as bad as I feared and gives room for them to grow back [they never did]. Made Kam bacon and eggs. Time dragged on until supper, when I made the chicken and broccoli rice with my instant rice, which was a lot quicker (I have to use that rice up; can’t have it for my diet). Planning an early strike to Walmart tomorrow. I need the exercise as well as new clothes.

 

6/17/2021: After vacillating a bit, I found myself almost mechanically getting dressed, walking to the park, and boarding the bus a little before 7 AM. Rode to Walmart, where I bought 3 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of pants, and 2 shirts, which, when I got them home, by what seemed almost a miracle, actually fit me. Having returned a bit after 9 AM, I took my medicine then laid down. At 1 PM I washed my new clothes. At 3:30 PM I made supper (chili, etc.). Washed up at 8 PM. Ordered some stuff from HEB (rotisserie chickens and diet soda) for tomorrow at 1 PM. Haven’t seen S&A for almost 2 days. Looks like the slab is finished.

 

6/18/2021: The usual Friday, except that at 1 PM I went out to wait for my HEB order. The driver was an elderly man whom I had to direct to the carport (he had headed to the front porch at first; what do we write those delivery notes for if they don’t pay attention to them?) Anyway, I got 2 rotisserie chickens and 2 12-packs of diet cherry 7-Up (it was supposed to be 3). Anyway, did not have to cook supper as Kaitlyn came by for an early Father’s Day visit. After 6 PM Andy took me to HEB Pharmacy to get my insulin. About 8 PM I went in to visit when they got back from eating out and we had a nice visit; I went in at 10 PM. My BS level was in the 180’s, so going down!

 

6/19/2021: Up at 6 AM. Cartoons. Prayers and Bible. Ye gads, another horrifyingly dull Saturday, spent (as of 3:30 PM) reading Phineas Redux and playing a bit of DQ8. If only the bus ran! I would descend on HEB and scour the aisles for acceptable num-nums. Or if even the library bookstore was open. But even such ‘delights’ are only makeshift measures. The one good thing is that a little after 7 PM Susan brought me some walnut shrimp and told me she found out that Parker City Pharmacy makes diabetic shoes. Onward! Counted my cash and found I had $6025.

 

6/20/2021: Up at 5:30 AM. Remember dream about fighting Nazgul – and winning. Getting ready to go to church. Left at 7 AM. Church. Walked home via FD and bought some hot dogs, spam, ham lunch meat, sliced turkey, and 2 Tijuana mamas. Home a little before 10 AM. Insulin. Ate all that during the day. Finished reading “Phineas Redux”. Watched “Saints vs. Scoundrels” at 4:30 PM. Waiting for the season premiere of Rick and Morty. And, oh, yeah, it’s Father’s Day.

 

6/21/2021: Up about 5:30 AM. Prayers and Bible. Sort clothes. BS:174. Cartoons. Noticed Friz Freleng made the same basic cartoon three times, with Daffy, Yosemite Sam, and Ratfink: the character marries for money, she henpecks him, and he is bedeviled by his stepson. So, did my wash, got my groceries, boiled eggs, and made egg salad, called Parker City Pharmacy and got some info. At 1 PM I made cucumber salad and Kameron sent me some D&D files. For supper I made fish cakes and couscous, and for myself hamburger patties and salad. 

Notes

What can I say? It seems like a different world, which, when you think about it, it had to have been, though only five years away. I had more energy and mobility. Today is Father's Day again, and I'd just like to salute Pop again; I've come to understand that he was "doing the best he could, under very trying circumstances, with no good precedence to guide his actions."  I remember him putting me on his shoulders so I could touch the ceiling; if that's not a good metaphor for being a father, I don't know what is.