There's not a thing on my calendar today, which feels so luxurious -- no need to watch the clock, worry about missing an appointment or showing up for something on the wrong day. After a nicely balanced breakfast, I put up some eggs to hard-boil, and came out to the computer -- without getting dressed! -- to check email and play Freecell. I was trying for a perfect record to show you (but you can see I lost it on the fourth round) and idly thinking about what Mother said years ago, and how my neighbor at the seniors lunch said the exact same thing "Lately I can only do one thing a day."
I mentally checked off the few things I do these days -- no laundry needed yet, groceries holding out, bird feeders filled, column sent off up to date. I was thinking it probably isn't good for me not to have at least one thing to do and -- wait a minute! what's that smell?
Long-time readers of this blog already know what it is. I don't think I've told you about every occurance, but it happens at least once a year.
"But didn't you attach a timer to your rollator?"
"Yes, but then I have to remember to set the timer."
And I can't really afford to throw out any more pots -- this time I'll have to scrub.
It's the bits on the floor that pose the most problem -- no way I can bend down to use a dustpan. Vacuum is out of the question. Will they carpet-sweep up or are they too sticky? And the cleaning lady won't be here till Tuesday.
This last bit is way out in the front hall -- that's the livingroom carpet on the right. This, at least, I can pick up with the grabber.
Rather than face the problem, I took the pictures and came out here to tell you about it. Still not dressed. Have a nice day!